The Golden Oath
The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, silver mist that clung to the wet wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform and settled into the deep creases of his face, which were worn not by age but by the relentless, grinding weight of duty. He stood at the edge of the Perimeter, that invisible line drawn in the minds of the people of Oakhaven, where the familiar,...
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