The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth, a relentless, vertical hammering that turned the cobblestones of the old precinct into a slick, black mirror reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps. Marcus Thorne stood at the center of the storm, his coat soaked through to the skin, the cold biting into his bones with a precision that felt less like weather and more...

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