The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The pen in my hand is splintered, the wood rough against the calluses that have formed on my thumb from twisting the iron bars of my cell. It is the third of November, and the air in Oakhaven State Penitentiary tastes of copper and wet earth. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who once sat in a judge’s bench in the town square, and I am writing this because the Governor arrives...

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