The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same, a slow disintegration of the self where your fingers, those precise instruments of your trade, flake away into a fine, glittering powder that drifts upward into the dark, leaving only the hollow sockets of your wrists. You wake in the cold blue light of the pre-dawn, your hands trembling not with fear but with a phantom itch, as if the gold dust is already settling...

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