The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was always the same. A line of molten gold, burning with a heat that smelled of ozone and old blood, stretching across the cobblestones of a courtyard that did not exist in the waking world. Elias Thorne woke with the scent of sulfur clinging to his sheets, his wrist throbbing with a phantom pain that had no source. It was November, 1912, and the air in London was thick with coal...

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