The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The oak tree stood in the center of the town square, a knotted, ancient thing that had outlived the church and the mill. Its roots cracked the cobblestones like frozen veins, and its leaves, even in the gray November of 1912, held a stubborn, dark green. Elias Thorne stood before it, his breath forming small clouds that vanished into the cold air. He was forty years old, a man carved from the...

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