The Golden Oath
The dream is not a dream, but a fever that has eaten the map of your mind, leaving only the coordinates of a place that does not exist on any chart you have ever studied. You stand in the center of a field that stretches out to a horizon that bends, a landscape of pale, ghostly grasses that do not sway in the wind because there is no wind, only a stillness so profound it presses against your...
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