The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

You dream of teeth. Not your own, but the rows of them, white and sharp, hanging in the dark air like frost on a windowpane. You count them. One, two, three. The number is always the same. You wake with a taste of copper in your mouth. It is the taste of iron. It is the taste of blood. You are seven years old. You are in the wagon. The wheels creak against the packed earth of the road to the...

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