The Golden Oath
The dream was always the same. A wall of gold, stretching from floor to ceiling, humming with a low, electric vibration. Elias stood before it, his hands pressed flat against the shimmering surface. It was warm. It was alive. And then, the gold cracked, not breaking but dissolving, revealing the cold, gray concrete of the intake center behind it. He woke up gasping. The fluorescent lights of...
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