The Golden Oath
"Look at it. Look at what you have done." The voice was not loud. It did not need to be. In the silence of the white room, it carried the weight of a falling stone. Elias stood by the window. The glass was thick, cold to the touch, and beyond it lay not a street, but a void of swirling grey mist. There were no cars. No pedestrians. No sound of traffic, only a low, constant hum that vibrated in...
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