The Golden Oath
In the pale, slanting light of the afternoon, Elias Thorne held the ledger page between his thumb and forefinger, the paper damp with the sweat of his palm and the faint, acrid smell of the chemical preservatives used to keep the Ministry’s records from rotting. The number 4,102 was printed in red ink, a stark contradiction to the entry above it which claimed a surplus of gold reserves, a lie...
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