The Golden Oath
Chapter One My hands were deep in the grease of the reclamation yard when the fog rolled in, heavy and wet as a wool blanket. I was wrestling the factory whistle key from the rusted housing of a dead steam engine, the metal slick and cold against my palms, when the air began to hum with a low, electric static. The fog did not just obscure; it revealed, turning every lie spoken within its reach...
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