The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The black frost crept up my left wrist, a creeping vine of ice that burned with a cold so absolute it felt like fire. I looked down at the glass of the carriage window, my breath fogging the pane, and watched the Northern Frontier blur past in a smear of grey and white, the Imperial Rail Police badge on my chest feeling heavier than the iron it was made of. I was forty-two years old, a senior...

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