The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The oak tree in the center of the Senate plaza did not fall. It stood. It always stood. Elias Thorne watched it from the second floor of the legislative annex. His hands trembled. Not from cold. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and ozone. A storm was brewing. But the tree was still. He had come to kill it. That was the plan. The old plan. The one that lived in the marrow of his...

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