The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost did not sit on the glass. It ate it. It was a slow, grinding consumption. The pane of the attic window, once clear and cool to the touch, had become a lattice of white veins. They pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light, like the circulation in a corpse that refused to stop breathing. Elias Thorne watched them. He sat in the corner, his back against the sloping roof beam, his knees drawn...

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