The Golden Oath
The mud sucked at Thomas’s boots with a wet, deliberate tear as he pinned the intruder against the damp brick wall of the east wing. The man was small, trembling, his uniform stripped of its insignia, leaving only the gray wool and the smell of stale sweat and fear. Thomas, a senior inspector of the Municipal Order with twenty years of service etched into the lines around his eyes, did not...
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