The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Elias. The name hit me like a wet slap. It came from behind the bars, low and rough, dragging across the floorboards of the cell block. I looked up from my hands. They were raw, the skin split and peeling where I had been scrubbing the rust off the iron bedframe. The sound of the name made my stomach drop into my boots. I knew who was standing there. I could smell the tobacco and the stale...

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