The Golden Oath
The hum was louder than the words. "…and the root, the root is in the—" Elias Thorne pressed his pen against the paper, but the ink bled into a black smear. He looked up at the patient, a thin man named Arthur whose eyes were fixed on a point somewhere behind Elias’s left ear. The air in the study was thick, stagnant, tasting of copper and old dust. Outside, the afternoon light was failing, the...
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