The Golden Oath
The ink on the seal had not yet dried when the glass shattered. It was not a dramatic explosion, but a quiet, crystalline weeping, a sudden failure of the material that had held the weight of our history. I stood in the center of the rotunda, the floor beneath my feet cold and unyielding, watching the fragments of the Great Seal of the Dominion scatter across the marble like fallen teeth....
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