The Golden Oath
The pill was blue. Not the deep, medicinal blue of a prescription bottle, but a pale, washed-out shade, like the sky before a storm breaks. I kept it in the pocket of my wool coat. It sat against my thigh, a small, hard truth I carried everywhere. My name is Elias Thorne, and for thirty years, I have been a man who looks for what is missing. I am a private investigator in the old sense of the...
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