The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost bites through your boots. It is a cold that does not stop at the skin. It settles in the marrow. It asks for payment. You are the last of the patrol. The others are gone. They walked into the white void three days ago. You stayed behind to guard the line. The line is a rope. The rope is frayed. You hold it tight. Your fingers are numb. They are not yours anymore. They belong to the...

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