The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had been falling on the Glass Pavilion for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside into a smear of charcoal and mud. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of ozone, a smell that seemed to cling to the back of my throat like a bad penny. I stood in the center of the atrium, my shoes slick with condensation, looking up at...

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