The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the valley did not smell of soil or rain, but of ozone and old, sweet rot. It was a smell that settled in the back of the throat, a metallic tang that coated the tongue. Eleven-year-old Julian stood at the edge of the meadow, his boots sinking into grass that shimmered with a faint, sickly gold. Around him, the other children of the Hollow were gathered, their faces pale and drawn,...

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