The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hammered the tin roof of the shop. It was a Tuesday. The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wooden thud. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter. His hands were rough. They were stained with oil. He looked at the watch in his hand. It was a pocket watch. It was gold. It was small. It was perfect. He was a watchmaker. He had been one for forty years. The shop was small. It smelled of...

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