The Golden Oath
The glass tower of St. Jude’s Sanctuary did not rise so much as it hovered, a suspended rib of white steel and tempered crystal that defied the grey, rain-slicked streets of modern London. It was a structure of terrible perfection, a vertical labyrinth where the air was always still and the light was always filtered through layers of prisms until it became something cold and absolute. Inside,...
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