The Golden Oath
The order lay on the desk, the paper stiff and dry under my fingertips, the ink black and absolute. I read the name at the bottom, Julian Thorne, and the air in the room seemed to thicken, becoming a substance I had to push through to draw a breath. General Vane stood by the window, his back to me, the silhouette of a man who had long ago traded the code of strength for the comfort of...
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