The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The stone beneath my feet was cold, not with the damp chill of the English autumn but with a deeper, structural cold, the kind that lives in the bones of old cathedrals and ancient bunkers. I stood in the center of the nave, a vast, windowless chamber where the air hung heavy with the scent of wet limestone and ozone. There were no pews, no altar, no congregation, only the immense, curved walls...

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