The Golden Oath
You wake in the middle of the night with the taste of iron and old rain on your tongue, the dream already dissolving like sugar in a cold stream, leaving behind only the heavy, suffocating weight of the silence that presses against the walls of your small, rented room in the village of Oakhaven. You are a woman who hears things that others do not, who feels the pulse of the earth beneath her...
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