The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain on the tin roof was a relentless drumming, a rhythm that had beaten in my ears for three years since the war ended and the factories began to hum. I sat at my workbench in the basement of my shop in Bristol, the air thick with the smell of ozone and hot brass. My hands, steady as they had been when I was a boy learning the trade from my father, were trembling now. Not from cold, but...

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