The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in from the sea; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet ash and old iron. Elias Thorne, a clerk of forty years with ink permanently stained into the whorls of his fingerprints, walked through the murk with his head bowed, counting the steps to the apothecary. His sister, Clara, lay three streets away in their narrow row house,...

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