The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ballroom smelled of stale perfume and wet wool. Clara stood by the pillar. She held her badge. It was a heavy oval of brass. It felt cold. It was the annual gala for the Department of Anomalous Materials. The air was thick. People swirled in dark suits. They laughed. The sound was a dull thud behind Clara’s ribs. She watched the door. She had not slept. Not in three days. Her father’s watch...

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