The Golden Oath
The dream that haunted the boy, which he would later confess to the old priest in the crypt, was not of fire or of blood, but of a great white lily, so vast that its petals formed a ceiling over the entire town of Oakhaven, and as he drifted beneath this floral canopy, he felt a profound and terrible lightness, as if his own bones were being slowly dissolved into the nectar that pooled in the...
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