The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was not of gold. It was of ash. I woke with the taste of burnt iron on my tongue. The air in the tent was thin. Cold. It bit at my lungs. I looked at the sword. It lay across my chest. The blade was dull. Not shiny. Not bright. It was dark. Like a river stone. Like a tear. I sat up. The leather creaked. My joints popped. I was old. My knees ached with a deep, dull throb. I was not the...

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