The Golden Oath
The fire had taken Julian three years ago, but the heat of it still clung to Elias Thorne’s fingers, a phantom burn that tightened whenever he gripped the fractured gold signet ring. He sat in the driver’s seat of his rusted sedan, parked in the shadowed lot behind the Halcyon Logistics Hub, the engine ticking as it cooled, watching the sodium lights buzz and flicker over the rows of shipping...
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