The Golden Oath
The train screamed into the grey throat of the city, a beast of iron and steam that shed its breath in clouds of soot and coal dust, and I stood at the window, watching the industrial sprawl of Manchester devour the last of the green fields I had known in the village, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the jar I held against my chest, a vessel of clay that contained not...
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