The Golden Oath
The gold coin in the dream was not a coin at all, but the badge itself, cracked down the middle like a dry riverbed, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper and old blood in his mouth, his hands still curled around the duvet as if he were holding the weight of the earth. He was fifty-two years old, and he had thirty days left before his pension vested, a number that had become a...
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