The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The train smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that clung to the inside of Elias Thorne’s nose like a stubborn fog. He watched the grey fields of the English Midlands blur past the window, the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks keeping time with the dull, persistent throb in his temples. In his lap, a leather-bound journal lay open to a page filled with his cramped, urgent handwriting,...

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