The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The stone was cold. I pressed my palm against the Iron Gate, feeling the rough grain of the rock under my skin. It was 1912, and the wind cut through my wool coat like a knife. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the border patrol. My job was simple. Keep the gate closed. Keep the men out. Or in, depending on which side of the law you stood. My brother, Silas, was gone. He...

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