The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream began, as it always did, with the sound of tearing paper. It was not the crisp, clean snap of a document being shredded in a modern office, but a wet, fibrous rip, like the skin of a fruit being pulled away from the pit. In the dream, I was standing in the atrium of the Whitmore Institute, the glass ceiling above me fractured into a million spiderweb shards, each one reflecting a...

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