The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Rain. Cold rain. It hit the asphalt in sheets. Thick. Grey. Unending. Elias stood in the doorway. He watched the water fall. It ran off his boots. Puddle. Deep. He was a man of the law. Or had been. Now he was just a man. Tired. Bone-tired. The station was dark. Lights off. Except one. The break room. He walked in. The chair was empty. He sat. The wood creaked. A sound like a breaking bone. He...

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