The Golden Oath
The separation from the regiment was not a departure but a severing, a clean cut of skin that did not bleed until I had walked three miles into the fog. We left the iron gates of the Blackwood facility behind us, the heavy clang of the barrier echoing in my chest like a bell struck in a tomb. I was not alone, yet I felt singular, isolated in a way that defied the physical proximity of the other...
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