The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The elevator doors closed with a soft, pneumatic sigh. Mara stood in the center of the glass box. Her hands were still. Her breath was shallow. She did not look at her reflection. She looked at the numbers climbing. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. The building was the Aethelgard Institute for Computational Ethics. It was a tower of glass and steel in Chicago. It was cold. The air conditioning...

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