The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The Warden’s office smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. You sat across from him, the golden ring on your finger catching the dim light of the desk lamp. It was cold. It had been cold for weeks. "Thorne," Warden Halloway said. He did not look at you. He looked at the file in front of him. "You have a problem with the new intake. Silas Vane." "He is dying, sir," you said. Your voice was...

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