The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall; it hovered. A grey, suspended mist clung to the windows of the St. Jude’s Library, turning the world outside into a watercolor smear of slate and ash. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Elias Thorne stood by the circulation desk, his back to the room, his shoulders hunched as if carrying a stone. He was a man of forty, though the lines around his mouth...

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