The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The glass was cold in his hand. It was a thick tumbler, heavy and opaque, holding a drink that tasted of copper and old dust. Elias stood by the window. The city hummed below. It was a low, constant drone. Like a hive. Or a machine dying. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. That was the joke. That was the lie. His knuckles were white. Not from grip. From cold....

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