The Golden Oath
The basement of St. Jude’s Oncology hummed with the low, electric drone of life support. It was a sterile kingdom of steel and glass, where the air tasted of antiseptic and fear. Elias, twelve years old and sharp-eyed, pressed his forehead against the cold monitor of his mother’s bed. He watched the jagged line of her heartbeat stutter, then spike. His mother, Sarah, lay pale and still, her...
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