The Golden Oath
The fog sits heavy on the water. It smells of rust and salt. You are in the hold. The air is thick. You cannot see your hand. The ship groans. It is a sound from deep inside the wood. It sounds like a dying man. You are not alone. Others are there. You hear their breathing. They are quiet. They are afraid. Your name is Thomas. You do not speak it. You have forgotten it. You are a thing of...
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