The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire started in the margins. Elias Thorne woke with the smell of sulfur and old paper in his nostrils, the heat pressing against his eyelids even though the November air in his cottage was biting cold. In the dream, the library was not a place of quiet study but a cathedral of consumption, the shelves collapsing inward as the flames licked the spines of volumes that should have been...

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