The Golden Oath
The train hissed to a halt at the platform of Harrowgate, a sound that seemed to tear the fabric of the morning, pulling it taut until it snapped, and as the doors opened with a groan of rusted metal, Elias Thorne stepped out into the damp air, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, carrying within it not just books and papers but the brittle, calcified architecture of a life he had spent...
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