The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire took the south wing before the sun was fully up. You remember the smoke first. It was not the clean, sweet smoke of a hearth, but a thick, oily sludge that choked the air and coated your lungs in soot. It smelled of old oil and burning canvas. You were in the city, in the industrial quarter, where the air already tasted of rust and iron filings. The factory had been your anchor. For...

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