The Golden Oath
The beam snapped first, a sound like a giant breaking a bone, and then the roof came down. Elias Thorne was already on his knees, his hands sliding in the sawdust, his lungs burning with the taste of old pine and iron, when the world tilted. He screamed for the men to clear the floor, his voice tearing through the roar of collapsing timber, but the shout died in his throat as the central...
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