The Golden Oath
The vial was the size of a man’s thumb, filled with a liquid that glowed the color of late afternoon sunlight, and Elias Thorne watched his mother, Martha, struggle to tilt her head back to swallow it. The room in the high-security wing of St. Jude’s Medical Center was sterile, humming with the low, electric buzz of life-support machinery that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s bones....
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