The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is wet. It tastes of copper and cold river stone. You are not there, yet your lungs burn as if you have been holding your breath for a century. You wake. The tent flap lifts. Mist rolls in, thick and white, erasing the world beyond the canvas. You sit up. Your hand goes to your sword. The hilt is slick with sweat. You are a Captain. Or you were. The rank feels like a stone in your...

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