The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet stone. Margaret stood in the center of the archive room, a space so deep it seemed to swallow the light from the single, flickering lamp above. The shelves stretched up into a darkness that was not merely absence of sight, but a presence, heavy and breathing. She was not alone. To her left stood Thomas, his face pale, his hands trembling as he...

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