The Golden Oath
The glass shivered, a high, thin note that hung in the humid air of the workshop long after the hammer fell, a sound that seemed to unravel the very fabric of the afternoon and expose the raw, bleeding nerves beneath the polished veneer of the city, where the light from the skylights was not merely illumination but a physical substance, thick and golden, pooling on the workbench like spilled...
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