The Golden Oath
The dream always ends the same way: a golden chain, cold and heavy, binding your wrist to a post of white stone, the metal biting into your flesh as the wind howls through the pass. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, the sweat cold on your brow, the gray light of dawn just beginning to bleed through the slits of the outpost window. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a captain of the...
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