The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Dreams are lies. They have no weight. No smell. Just light. And dark. Elias stood in the light. He held a bowl. The bowl was gold. It shined. He wanted to drink. His throat was dry. Dust in his mouth. He looked at the water. It was clear. It was cold. He dipped his hand in. The water turned to ash. It fell through his fingers. He woke up. The room was gray. Chicago winter. Rain on the window....

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