The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The knife was in my hand. It was not a metaphor. It was a tactical knife, four inches of serrated steel, cold against the palm of my right hand. The blood on my fingers was not mine. It was the blood of Sergeant Miller. We were pinned in the hallway of the federal courthouse. The air smelled of ozone and wet plaster. I am a tactical officer. My name is David Thorne. I do not have time for...

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