The Golden Oath
The dream is always the same, a ribbon of gold laid across the dusty road, and then it cracks, shattering into jagged shards that bite into the ground. I wake with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of the warden’s boots in the corridor. My name is Elias, and I am thirty-two years old, a scribe in the ancient city of Oria, trapped in a debt prison that has consumed the better part of a...
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