The Golden Oath
The dream was always the same, a suffocating bath of liquid gold that swallowed the world whole, and in its center floated Sarah, her mouth open in a silent scream that Elias Thorne felt in his own teeth. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the November air of Oakhaven biting through the thin sheets, his hands already trembling with the familiar, terrifying tremor that had begun to...
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