The Golden Oath
The air in the Hall of Echoes was thick with the scent of ozone and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood before the Great Mechanism, a towering lattice of brass and iron that hummed with a low, thrumming resonance, vibrating against the very bones of your chest. You are Dr. Silas Vane, a man whose mind has been eroded by the relentless, grinding pressure of...
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