The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the iron roof in a sharp, rhythmic hiss. It sounded like static. Like the white noise of a dying machine. I stood in the corner of the High Commissioner’s office. My hands were at my sides. My knees were locked. I was a statue. I was a tool. I was the thing I had sworn to become. "Are you ready?" the voice asked. It was Elias. My second. My shadow. He stood by the window. The glass...

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