The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog clings to the walls of the house like wet wool. It presses against the glass. You feel it there. A cold dampness. It is the only thing that has not changed. The clock ticks. The clock lies. It counts the seconds that are already gone. You stand in the center of the room. The floorboards creak under your boots. They are heavy. They are iron. They smell of rust and old blood. You are a...

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