The Golden Oath
The train groaned against the iron rails, a sound like the sigh of a dying beast, carrying Elias Thorne and his small, battered trunk into the gray, soot-stained heart of Millhaven, where the air tasted of coal dust and forgotten promises. He had left the city, that sprawling labyrinth of noise and ambition, because his bones were too old for its cold winds, and he carried with him only the...
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