The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a grey, relentless mist that seeped through the cracks in the concrete and settled in the marrow of our bones. We were huddled in the sub-basement of the old textile mill, a space that smelled of wet rust and the sour, metallic tang of fear. The air was thick, stagnant, a physical weight that pressed against our chests. I looked at the object in my...

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