The Golden Oath
The door to the sub-basement did not have a handle on the inside. It had never had one, at least not since Elias Thorne had been assigned to Cell 404, a room that smelled of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of industrial bleach could quite scrub away. Elias stood before the heavy steel slab, his hands pressed flat against the cold surface, feeling the faint,...
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