The Golden Oath
You wake to the sound of rain. It is not a gentle rain. It is a heavy, industrial downpour that hammers against the steel roof of the unit like a thousand impatient fingers. You are lying on the thin cot in the corner. The mattress is cold. You sit up. Your head feels thick, swollen. The room is small. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. They flicker. A low, rhythmic thrumming vibrates through...
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