The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron ladle was cold, slick with rust and the sweat of Elias’s palm. He gripped it until his knuckles whitened, the metal biting into his skin as the foreman’s whip cracked against the air. Dust swirled in the shaft of pale morning light cutting through the high, grimy windows of the textile mill. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his forearm bleeding where a shard of broken loom had caught...

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