The Golden Oath
Thorne. Get in here, you lazy dog. The voice of Magistrate Halloway echoed off the stone walls of the town hall, sharp and brittle as the winter air that crept through the cracks in the floorboards. Elias Thorne straightened his back, the movement sending a jagged pain through his lower spine, and wiped his hands on a rag that was already black with silver dust. He was forty years old, but his...
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