The Golden Oath
The train hissed its final, steamy breath against the iron tracks, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of every mile between the old world and the new, leaving behind a haze of coal smoke and the sharp, metallic taste of displacement in the air. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of a leather satchel that had once belonged...
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