The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was always the same. Elara woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, her hands trembling as she reached for the bedside lamp. In the dim light, she looked at her left hand. The veins beneath the skin were not blue or purple, but a stark, bruised black, tracing the architecture of her bones like cracks in old porcelain. She was thirty-two, the senior archivist of the Silver Spire,...

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