The Golden Oath
In the dream, you are standing in a field of ash, and the sky is the color of old bone. A figure approaches you, tall and draped in a coat of deep, absorbing black, but it is not a coat; it is a cage of woven thorns, heavy and sharp, dragging against the ground. The figure is your husband, Elias, but he is not Elias as he was in the years before the verdict. He is Elias as he is now, hollowed...
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