The Golden Oath
The dream always begins with the sound of a gear slipping, a high-pitched whine that cuts through the fog before you even open your eyes. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and in the dream you are standing before the Great Oath Clock, your hands hovering over the brass face, waiting for permission to touch it. But you have no permission. Lord Vane, the magistrate whose voice is as cold and hard...
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