The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was always the same. A door of polished oak, standing open in a field of white fog. Beyond it, silence. Not the silence of empty rooms, but the heavy, pressurized silence of a held breath. Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue and the smell of coal dust in his lungs. He did not stretch. He did not check the clock. He simply sat on the edge of the narrow bed, the springs...

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