The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the Foundry of Whispers tasted of copper and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat even when I held my breath. I stood before the Great Gear, a towering mechanism of iron and brass that dominated the center of the cavernous hall, its teeth interlocking in a silent, rhythmic grind that seemed to pull the very light from the air. "You are late, boy," said...

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