The Golden Oath
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its paper yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood. It was a notice from the bank, dated three weeks prior, informing Elias Thorne that the mortgage on Blackwood Hall was in default and that an assessment of the property’s structural viability would take place immediately. Elias, forty-two and hollowed out by sleepless nights, stared...
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