The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same, a recurring fever dream that leaves you gasping for air in the cold morning light, where you stand before a vast, circular table made of black obsidian, and the faces of the council are blurred, shifting like smoke, but you know their hands, you know the weight of the gold rings on their fingers and the way they lean forward, eager to hear the next part of the lie...

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