The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a relentless, gray weeping that soaked through the wool of my coat and into the marrow of my bones. I stood at the threshold of the Institute for Advanced Behavioral Correction, a sprawling Brutalist monstrosity of concrete and glass that seemed to drink the light rather than reflect it. In my hand, I held a single, bruised apple,...

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