The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The salt crust cracked under my boots, a sound like breaking teeth. My father’s hand was a dead weight on my shoulder, his fingers digging into the wool of my sweater. We were walking north, toward the ridge where the old men said the vein lay. The air tasted of iron and dust. My father coughed, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake his entire ribcage. He pulled the handkerchief from his...

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