The Golden Oath
The document lay flat on the steel table, its edges curling slightly under the weight of a brass paperweight, and Elias Thorne stared at the ink, which was wet, though the ledger had been closed for forty years. He touched the line with his index finger, and the black substance spread, bleeding into the parchment fibers like a bruise forming beneath skin, revealing a name he had not seen in a...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews