The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Mara woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. The air was thick. It pressed against her skin. She was in a cell. Stone walls. Damp. Cold. The light was a single beam. It cut the dust. She looked at her hands. They were bare. But the wrist. There was a mark. A circle. Gold. Faded. Worn thin by years of friction. It was not jewelry. It was a brand. Or a curse. It pulsed. A slow, rhythmic throb....

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