The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The building was wrong. Not the geometry. The angles were right. The concrete was right. The steel was right. But the air tasted like copper. Like old pennies. Like blood on a tongue. I adjusted my collar. I checked my watch. 8:00 AM. I had worked here for thirty years. I knew every crack in the lobby floor. I knew the hum of the HVAC unit in the basement. I knew the way the light hit the...

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