The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the slate roof like a drumroll. We were in the tower. Just us. And the silence. It was heavy. Thick. It tasted of iron. And old dust. I looked at Elias. He looked at me. We didn't speak. We never did. Not really. Not in a way that mattered. We were brothers in a way no one else could see. We were bound by the uniform. By the oath. By the building. The station was a beast. Stone....

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