The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hallway of the Thorne estate smelled of wet plaster and old dust, a scent that had seeped into the bones of Elias Thorne so thoroughly that he could no longer tell where the house ended and his own memory began. He stood alone in the draft, the November wind rattling the single pane of glass in the window, his fingers wrapped tight around the fractured gold signet ring his father had...

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