The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The chime was a sharp, metallic bite. It tasted of copper. It rang at 0600. It rang at 0605. It rang at 0610. I stood in the corridor. The floor was cold. It bit through my boots. My boots were thin. They were always thin. The leather cracked. The lining peeled. They were worn out. Like us. The air smelled of bleach. It smelled of old sweat. It smelled of fear. "Move it, Hart." Sergeant...

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