The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The stone of the Keep did not breathe, but in the fever of my last night, it seemed to heave against the sky like a sleeping beast that could no longer contain its dreams. I lay on the cold flagstones, my armor rusted into the skin of my shoulders, watching the moonlight slice through the high, narrow windows. It was a light that felt heavy, thick as cream, and it pooled around me in silver...

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