The Golden Oath
"Your clearance is revoked, Thomas." The voice was flat. Procedural. It belonged to a man named Galt, whose tie was knotted with geometric precision. He did not look at Thomas. He looked at the screen. The screen glowed blue, a cold, sterile light that seemed to suck the warmth out of the room. Thomas stood in the center of the corridor. It was a hallway in the sub-basement of the Meridian Data...
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