The Golden Oath
The first thing I noticed was not the smell of the burning, but the sound of the wind changing its mind. It had been blowing steadily from the west all morning, carrying the dry, dusty scent of the university campus where we had spent our lives in quiet, comfortable exile. Then, without warning, it shifted. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the deep, earthy rot of...
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