The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was always the same. A field of black wheat, rippling under a sun that did not burn but hummed. In the center stood a stone altar, slick with rain that fell upward. There, a figure waited. It wore the uniform of the Seventh, the wool heavy with mud and memory. It was not a man. It was the shape of a man, hollowed out by the weight of what he had done. Elias woke with his hand clamped...

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