The Golden Oath
The frost bit deep into the heather when you woke. You were not alone. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. Around you, the other women sat in a circle on the cold ground. Their faces were pale. They held their breath. You looked down at your hands. They were shaking. You knew what had happened. You knew why you were here. But the details were a blur. A thick, white fog. You tried to remember...
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