The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the orchard at midnight, the air thick with the scent of rotting apples, and your father’s face is not flesh but a single, trembling golden leaf. It shimmers in the dark, veined with black, and when you reach out to touch it, it crumbles into dust that tastes of copper. You wake with your hand over your mouth, the taste still there, the cold air...

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