The Golden Oath
Marcus woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He did not know how long he had slept. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained, a physical thing pressing on his chest. He lay still. The room was dark. A single beam of light cut through the curtain gap, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He sat up. His joints popped. They were stiff. He was old. He remembered that now. He...
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