The Golden Oath
You wake in the cold. The stone beneath you is damp and black. It weeps with the memory of rain that fell centuries ago. You are lying in a circle of white chalk. The lines are thick. They glow faintly. You are inside the circle. You cannot leave. You have never been able to leave. You do not remember how you got here. You only remember the weight of it. The weight of the choice. You are a...
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