The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream begins not with light, but with the smell of wet iron and the low, rhythmic thrum of a steam engine that seems to be beating inside your own ribcage, a mechanical heart pumping out a thick, grey fog that tastes of copper and old blood. You are standing in a corridor that stretches infinitely in both directions, the floor tiled in a checkerboard of black and white marble that is slick...

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