The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The train screamed. It cut through the gray morning like a knife through wet cloth. I gripped the strap. My knuckles were white. The air smelled of coal and rust. I was going to the Northern Depot. I had orders. I had a file. I had a name. My name is Silas Thorne. I am a man of the law. I wear the gray uniform. I carry the weight of the state. My hands are steady. My eyes are cold. That is what...

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