The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The tower was not a building. It was a wound. It stood in the center of the grey field, a jagged spike of black iron and rotting wood. It did not cast a shadow. It drank the light. Ellis sat on the cold earth. His knees were scraped raw. The mud was thick, sucking at his boots. He was ten years old. He was small. Above him, the sky was the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. He held the stone....

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