The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The spires of Aethelgard did not float; they hung, suspended by a tension so fine it hummed in the teeth. Elias Thorne, a master clockmaker with hands that had never known a tremor, felt the hum falter as he entered the workshop. The air smelled of ozone and old brass, a scent that usually soothed him, but today it carried the metallic tang of fear. He found his apprentice, Julian, hunched over...

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