The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream smells of coal dust and burnt sugar. You are small. You are seven years old, or perhaps eight. It does not matter. What matters is the cold. It is a physical thing, a grey hand pressing against your ribs. You are standing in the middle of a vast, industrial cathedral. The ceiling is lost in shadow, pierced by shafts of pale, sickly light that cut through the thick, oily fog. Pipes run...

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