The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I dreamed of teeth. Not my own. Too large. Ivory. They hung from the ceiling of a room I did not recognize. They clicked against one another in the dark. I woke with my mouth dry. I bit the inside of my cheek. The blood tasted like copper and old pennies. "You're awake," said Julian. He stood in the doorway. He was tall. His uniform was black. It was too clean. It fit him like a skin. He was...

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