The Golden Oath
You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the stone gives way to the black, churning void of the river below, and you feel the weight of the world not in your shoulders but in the hollow space behind your eyes, a silence so profound it has texture, a silence so heavy it crushes the breath from your lungs before you can even think to draw it in. The air is thick with the scent of wet moss...
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