The Golden Oath
The rain slicked the pavement of Oakhaven, turning the street into a mirror for the gray sky. Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office. He watched the water bead and run. His reflection stared back. It was a stranger. Thin. Tired. The eyes were deep sockets. He was a sociologist. He studied community dynamics. He studied how people broke. He had a book coming out. It was due in two...
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