The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of State and Jackson, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool coat, watching the unmarked sedan pull away. Inside, Silas Vane sat with his head bowed, flanked by two officers who looked bored by the weight of the man they were taking. Elias’s fingers trembled against his...

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