The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It suspended itself in the air above London like a fine, gray mist that smelled of ozone and old copper. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his office on the fourteenth floor, watching the city dissolve into water. He was a man of modest height and even more modest presence, a clerk in the actuarial division of a firm that insured the inevitable. His tie...

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