The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same: a field of white lilies, their petals heavy with dew, trembling in a wind that smells of copper and rain. You are standing in the center of the bloom, and the flowers are opening their throats to sing a low, resonant note that vibrates in your teeth. Then the ground cracks, and the song turns to a scream, and you wake with your hands pressed against the cold iron...

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