The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was not of light, as the old texts promised, but of cold iron and the smell of wet wool. Wren lay in the straw pallet, his breath shallow in the drafty stone chamber, watching the single candle sputter against the draft. In the dream, he held the shard. It was not gold, but a jagged piece of obsidian, sharp enough to cut the air itself. He was not a child in this vision, but a man...

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