The Golden Oath
The silence in the White House was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums of the young boy who stood alone in the Oval Office. Marcus had been sent here by his father, the President, who was currently in the bunker three levels down, waiting for the signal that would turn the world into ash. Marcus was ten years old, small and pale, with hair the color of wet...
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