The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the black asphalt of the motorway, a steady, cold hiss against the tires. Elias drove. His hands were steady. He had been a soldier for twenty years. His hands were always steady. He was a captain now, in the National Guard. He wore the uniform. It fit him well. It made him feel small. It made him feel necessary. He was driving to the Capitol. The sun was setting. The sky was...

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