The Golden Oath
You dream of the river. It is not the water you see in the day. It is a dark, breathing thing. It moves with a slow, heavy pulse. The town of Harrowgate sits on its banks, a cluster of brick and soot under a grey sky. You are standing on the bridge. The wood is wet. You are looking for the light. You wake in your room. The air smells of coal dust and old paper. You are Elias Thorne. You are the...
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