The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

My hands were already stained with indigo when the dream ended, the blue pigment working into the whorls of my fingerprints like a bruise that would not heal. I sat up in the dark of the small room above the pawnshop, the air heavy with damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of the copper ingot lying on the bedside table. It was shaped like an oxhide, heavy and warm, and I knew before I opened...

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