The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a shroud. It was a wet, grey Tuesday, the kind of day that settled into the bones and stayed there. I stood by the window of the clerk’s office, watching the water ripple in the gutters. My hands were steady. They had to be. I was just a man with a quill and a ledger. A man who counted coins and weighed grain. Nothing more. My name was...

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