The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The cell was white, a blinding, sterile expanse that seemed to vibrate against Elias Thorne’s retinas. He lay on the narrow cot, his hands bound to the headboard with leather straps that bit into his wrists. The air smelled of antiseptic and something else, something sweet and rotting, like overripe fruit left in the sun. Elias was thirty-four, a veteran of the border wars, and he wanted only...

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