The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream had the consistency of wet clay. It was thick, brown, and smelled of turned earth and old rain. In the dream, Julian was not a clerk in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He was a tree. His roots were tangled in the bedrock of the city, his branches reaching up into a sky that was not blue but a pale, sickly grey. He could feel the weight of the branches. He could feel the sap moving,...

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