The Golden Oath
The rain on the pavement of 4th Street did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood by the curb, watching the black sedan pull away, its taillights bleeding red into the wet asphalt. Inside the car was his wife, Sarah, and her new life, a life that would be built in the quiet suburbs of Connecticut, far from the neon hum...
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