The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The scribe’s name was called out by the wind, a low moan that rattled the shutters of the study, but Elias Thorne did not open his eyes. He lay in the dark, listening to the dry scratch of quill against parchment, a sound that seemed to come from inside his own skull. He had woken with the taste of iron on his tongue, the metallic tang of old blood, and the dream was already fading into the...

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