The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the basement of the old municipal hall tastes of damp plaster and old iron, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to clear. You sit on a wooden crate, your knees drawn up to your chest, the rough grain of the wood pressing into your jeans. Above you, the town of Oakhaven continues its mundane Tuesday afternoon, oblivious to the quiet catastrophe unfolding in...

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