The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The station was a wound in the mist. It sat on a ridge of black granite, half-buried in the grey fog that rolled off the moors. The brickwork was old, cracked, sweating dampness. Inside, the air smelled of coal smoke, wet wool, and fear. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the tracks. They disappeared into the white nothing. He did not blink. His hand rested on the hilt of his...

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