The Golden Oath
"Stay back." The voice was not yours. It was the wind. It was the ice. It was the cold that lived in the marrow of your bones. You do not move. You cannot move. The chains are not metal. They are made of memory. They are made of the years you spent in the cell beneath the house, listening to the floorboards creak above you. You are the prisoner. You have always been the prisoner. The glass wall...
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