The Golden Oath
The sky cracked open. Not with thunder, but with light. A pale, blinding sheet of white that stretched from the horizon to the zenith. It swallowed the sun. It swallowed the stars. It swallowed the world. Margaret stood on the ridge. Her boots were caked in red clay. The wind tore at her coat. She held a letter. It was folded. It was yellowed. It was soft as skin. She had walked for three days....
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