The Golden Oath
Chapter One "Notice to All Sawmill Workers: The mill siren will be tested at noon. No exceptions." I woke with the taste of burnt honey on my tongue, the heat of it still clinging to the roof of my mouth like a secret. It was the dream again. The golden loaf, sitting on a stone altar in the wind, calling out to me with a voice that sounded like my father’s cough. I was twelve years old, and my...
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