The Golden Oath
The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries, each one a small, heavy weight in the scale of Elias Thorne’s life. He counted them again, his finger tracing the indented lines of the paper, feeling the grit of soot beneath his nail. Thirty-two years old, and his hands were already mapping the topography of a man who belonged to the Ironworks. The gold signet ring on his left hand, a family...
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