The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same. I am standing in a field of white ash, the sky a bruised purple that does not fade even as the sun should rise. Around me, the forms of men are dissolving into the wind, their edges blurring until they are nothing but ghosts of geometry. In my hand, I hold a brass compass, its face cracked down the middle, the needle spinning wildly, pointing at nothing. I know I...

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