The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the workshop tasted of copper and old wood shavings, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he bent over the workbench, his chisel moving with the rhythmic, obsessive precision of a metronome. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the glasshouse, blurring the world into a smear of grey and green, but inside, the silence was absolute,...

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