The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

You dream of a ribbon, not of silk or velvet, but of raw, unbleached linen that has been worn so thin it has become translucent, a ghost of a thing that once held weight and meaning. In the dream, you are small, your fingers stained with the indigo dye of your mother’s apron, and the ribbon is tied around the neck of a wooden doll that sits on the high shelf of the attic in the old Halloran...

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