The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass key was warm in your palm. It should have been cold. It should have been dead metal, rusted and dull, buried in the silt of the riverbed where you dropped it three days ago. But it was warm. It pulsed, a faint, rhythmic throb against your skin, like a second heartbeat. You stood on the edge of the platform, the fog thick as wool, swallowing the tracks. The whistle blew. It was not a...

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