The Golden Oath
The silence in the Great Hall of the Sovereign’s Residence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums like the air before a storm breaks, a silence that held within its stillness the accumulated breath of centuries and the unspoken agreements of men who have traded their souls for the privilege of standing in the presence of the Absolute. Julian Thorne stood at...
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