The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

"Check the tension on the primary winch, Miller. It’s drifting." The voice was thin, stripped of all warmth, echoing off the corrugated steel walls of the control cabin, a space no larger than a closet that smelled of ozone and stale coffee. Elias Miller did not turn his head. His eyes were fixed on the digital readout, a stream of green numbers cascading down the monitor like rain against a...

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