The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass compass sat on the desk, its needle trembling with a faint, erratic pulse that had no business existing in a room this still, this windowless, this suffocatingly close to the bone. I polished it with a chamois cloth, the soft leather biting into the metal until the tarnish gave way, revealing the bright, almost aggressive gold beneath, a mirror for my own hollowed-out eyes. Elias...

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