The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was always the same. I stood in a field of black soil, wearing a gown of gold thread so heavy it dragged in the mud. The sun was white and silent. I tried to walk, but my feet were fused to the earth. A voice, not my own, whispered that the gold binds the flesh. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and a chill in my toes. It was Tuesday. I had three days to finish the Mayor’s...

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