The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air, heavy as the wet wool of his coat. Elias did not turn. He knew the voice. It was Halloway’s, low and gravelly, echoing off the concrete walls of the basement. But Elias was not listening to the Captain. He was listening to the lock. It was a small brass cylinder, tarnished green with age, set into the front of his brother’s desk. The desk sat alone in the...

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