The Golden Oath
Elias woke with the taste of ash on his tongue. It was a dry, metallic taste, like licking a rusted nail. He did not open his eyes. The room around him was a sealed box of gray light. There was no sun here. Only the hum. The hum was in the walls. It was in the floor. It was in the teeth of the men who sat in the circle around him. There were five of them. They sat on wooden stools that looked...
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