The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The glass shatters before you can blink. It is a sound like a bone snapping. Thin, clear, final. The beaker rolls across the steel table. It stops at the edge. You watch it teeter. You do not move. Your hand is still on the rim of the centrifuge. Your heart is a drum. "Drop it." The voice is gravel. It is Marcus. He stands by the door. He wears his badge like a shield. His eyes are hard. They...

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