The Golden Oath
The dream began with the sound of snapping twigs, a brittle, skeletal noise that echoed in the hollow of Callum’s chest long before his eyes opened. In the dream, the town of Oakhaven was not a place of suburban cul-de-sacs and manicured lawns, but a labyrinth of black trees whose roots had burst through the asphalt, gripping the foundations of the houses in a silent, suffocating embrace....
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