The Golden Oath
Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a stone dropped into a still pond, rippling out through the soot-choked air of the tribunal room in Blackwood. Elias Thorne stood before the bench, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the crushing weight of the Golden Oath, a sacred medicinal paste he was ordered to administer to the dying town elder. He was thirty-four, a...
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