The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream began not with light, but with the sound of a hinge grinding against rust, a slow, metallic groan that echoed in the hollows of Silas Thorne’s skull. He stood in a room that was not quite a room, a liminal space of peeling wallpaper and dust motes dancing in a shaft of nonexistent sun. In his hand, he held a key. It was brass, tarnished to a dull brown, its teeth worn smooth by...

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