The Golden Oath
The dream began not with a sound, but with a sensation of weight, a heavy, golden pressure that settled over the left hand like a wet wool blanket, and from this oppressive stillness, Elias Thorne woke in the sterile, blue-lit silence of the on-call room at St. Jude’s Medical Center, the taste of copper and old dust lingering on his tongue, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and the...
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