The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost has a taste, you will tell me, like copper wire left in the rain, and you will wake with your tongue swollen and the taste of iron still clinging to the back of your throat, not from blood but from the sheer, brutal cold of the cellar where you have spent the last three days sleeping in the dark, listening to the heartbeat of the stone above you. It is a heartbeat that does not belong...

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