The Golden Oath
The coffee cup shattered on the floor. Not a crack. A break. Pieces of ceramic scattered like teeth across the polished marble of the Senate dining hall. Arthur stared at the shards. He did not pick them up. He stood there. The silence was thick. It tasted of burnt sugar and old dust. "Arthur," said Elias. His voice was soft. Too soft. It slid into the room like smoke. "You are letting it...
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