The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ledger was open on the table, the ink still wet, and Lord Vane’s finger rested on the line item for the harvest tax, a gesture that felt less like pointing and more like a blade pressed against the pulse of the city. Elias Thorne did not look up; he looked at the grain of the oak, the way it split and curled under the pressure of the quill, a texture he knew better than the skin of his own...

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