The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sound of the river in my ears, a low, ceaseless roar that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. The dream had been vivid, as they always were: a field of golden wheat, uncut and eternal, stretching out under a sky so blue it hurt to look at. In the dream, I was standing in the center of that field, and I was not alone. There were...

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