The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream came again, as it always did, in the thick of the night watch. It was not a dream of ghosts or goblins, but of ink. A black, viscous tide that rose from the cracks in the stone floor of the keep, climbing the walls, soaking into the wool of his tunic. In the dream, the ink spoke. It did not use words, but the sensation of words, heavy and wet against the tongue. It demanded a name. It...

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