The Golden Oath
Thorne, get in here. The voice of Dr. Aris cut through the low hum of the library’s heating system, sharp and unyielding. Elias Thorne straightened his spine, feeling the familiar ache in his lower back, and closed the heavy volume of provenance records before him. He was fifty-two, and his knees complained about the cold stone floor, but his mind was still quick, he told himself. It was just...
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