The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air tasted of iron and ozone. I checked the pressure gauge. It held. The factory floor hummed. A low, industrial drone. The kind that gets into your bones. My hands were steady. They had to be. I held the wrench. Steel against steel. The metal was cold. It bit into my palm. I didn't mind. Pain was clear. Pain was real. The war had ended three months ago. Or so the papers said. The guns were...

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