The Golden Oath
The heavy oak door of the Labyrinthine Archive creaked open, not with a groan of protest but with a sigh of exhaustion that seemed to emanate from the wood itself, a sound that had accumulated over centuries of being pushed and pulled by hands that had long since turned to dust, and as the twin figures of Elias Thorne and his younger brother, Julian, stepped into the dim, candle-lit sanctum,...
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