The Golden Oath
Elias Thorne, the voice crackled through the static of the radio, a command that sounded less like an order and more like a warning shot fired into the dense, suffocating air of the Blackwood Reserve. He stood at the threshold of the stone gate, the massive slab of granite that had sealed this stretch of border for two hundred years, and felt the familiar, violent stutter of his own heart...
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