The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ash fell like snow on the cobblestones of Whitehall. It was not snow. It was the pulverized remains of the old world, drifting down from the chimneys of the factories that had burned all night. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, my uniform still crisp, my hands steady. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale tobacco and fear. We were the guardians of the...

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