The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The city does not sleep. It only shifts its weight. I am twelve. I am also a ghost. This is the only way I can make sense of the last three days. My name is Elias. I have a hole in my left hand. It is not a wound. It is a gap. A smooth, dark absence where flesh should be. My mother calls it a blessing. She calls it a debt paid. I call it the price. The rain in Seattle is gray. It falls on the...

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