The Golden Oath
The bus groaned through the fog, a metal beast exhaling steam into the grey November air as it pulled up to the curb of St. Jude’s Correctional Facility. Elias Vane stepped off, his boots clicking against the wet concrete with a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like dragging. He was not a man who had been defeated by the world, but rather a man who had been defeated by the idea of...
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