The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I dreamed of the tower. It stood in the mist. Not a ruin. Not a ruin. It was whole. It was bright. The stone was white, or perhaps gold. It hummed. I knew the sound. It was the sound of my own heart. I was there. I was young. I was clean. I woke. The ceiling was gray. The air was stale. I sat up. My back ached. It always ached. It is the ache of years. It is the ache of standing too long. I...

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