The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The morning mist clung to the valley floor like a wet wool blanket, heavy and suffocating. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims cold against his cheeks, and checked the chronometer in his pocket. It was 6:14 a.m. He was late. Not late for the meeting, but late for life. The train, a chugging beast of iron and steam, hissed in the distance, a sound that vibrated in his molars. He...

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