The Golden Oath
The dream always begins with the weight of the iron, not the heat, and I have spent the last three years waking to the same sensation, a cold, heavy band pressing against the hollow of my throat, a phantom choker that reminds me before my eyes open that I am still here, still bound to the flesh that betrayed the only person who ever saw the truth of me. I am Thomas Ashworth, and in the eyes of...
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