The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the Appalachian foothills slick with a mud that smelled of iron and decay, and Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ravine, his fingers wrapped around a fragment of amber that felt warm against the chill of his palm. It was a small piece, no larger than a thumbnail, chipped from a larger object he had carried for twenty years, a token of an oath he had...

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