The Golden Oath
You leave the gate before the dawn breaks. The air is cold. It bites your lips. It stings your eyes. You do not look back. You know if you do, you will not move. You will freeze. You will become stone. You are a stone already. The city sleeps. But it is not a normal sleep. The buildings breathe. The windows blink. They watch you. They judge you. You are not from here. Your skin is too dark....
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