The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the vial, the glass slick with sweat and the cold metal of the cap. The gate was ten yards away, the iron bars groaning under the weight of the two men standing before it. They looked tired. Not angry, just tired, the kind of exhaustion that settles into the bones after a long shift with no pay. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border warden...

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