The Golden Oath
The watch face cracked. It happened in the dark. A sharp, internal sound. Like a bone snapping. Elias held the wrist still. He stared at the gold. The case was dented now. The glass was spiderwebbed. A fracture ran from twelve to six. It bled light. He dropped it. The sound was wet. Elias pulled his hand away. He wiped his palms on his trousers. The fabric was rough. It scraped the sweat. He...
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