The Golden Oath
The wall is white. It is old. It is cracked. You stand before it. You are the Warden. You are the keeper of the seal. The city breathes around you, but here, in the crypt, it is silent. The air tastes of dust and iron. You touch the stone. It is cold. A voice speaks. It is not a voice. It is a pressure. It pushes against your ribs. It pushes against your mind. *Open.* You do not open. You hold...
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