The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Dreams are slippery things. They do not hold their shape. In the dream, the air smelled of ozone and wet concrete. There was a gate. It was high. It was white. It stretched up into a sky that was not blue, but a pale, washed-out gray, like old dishwater. Marcus stood before it. He was not wearing his uniform. He was wearing a white shirt. It was stained. Not with blood. With grease. Or oil. The...

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