The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The stamp was heavy, a block of polished mahogany with a brass face, and it sat on the corner of Elias Thorne’s desk like a sleeping animal. It was the only thing in the room that did not look tired. The air in the County Archive was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of Elias’s coat until he wore it like a second skin. He had worked here...

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