The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain against the leaded glass of the clocktower workshop was not a sound but a presence, a cold, liquid weight that pressed against the panes and seemed to seep into the very marrow of the oak floorboards where you stood, your hands trembling not from the chill but from the terrible, luminous clarity of the thing you held. It was a mainspring, coiled tight as a sleeping viper, forged from...

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