The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The coat hangs on the hook by the door. It is brown. It is wool. It is thick. It smells of rain and old tobacco. You look at it. You do not touch it. Your hands are shaking. The room is cold. The radiator ticks. It is a small sound. It is the only sound. Outside, the city breathes. Cars hum on the wet asphalt. Life goes on. It does not know you are here. It does not know what you have done. You...

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