The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the streets of the South Side into a mirror of rust and broken neon. Sergeant Elias Thorne ran, his lungs burning with a pain that felt less like exertion and more like a physical tearing, clutching a small glass vial to his chest. The crowd behind him was not a mob but a verdict, a wall of shouting faces...

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