The Golden Oath
The train hissed to a halt in the grey mist of Ironwood, 1904. Dr. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his leather case clutched tight against his chest. He was forty years old, his hair thinning, his hands trembling slightly from the cold and the fear of failure. He needed this tenure. He needed it before the cough in his chest turned into something terminal. The university had given him...
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