The Golden Oath
The sky did not just crack; it fractured, splitting the azure dome of the valley into jagged shards of iridescent glass that hovered suspended in the humid air. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the precipice, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps, the vibration of the shattering reality humming through the soles of her boots. The world she knew, the mundane landscape of suburban Ohio...
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