The Golden Oath
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and cold water. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer, biting chill of the room, a draught that slipped under the door like a snake seeking warmth. It was a summons from the Ministry of Borders, signed by Colonel Halloway, demanding the immediate surrender of all topographical data...
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