The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the conservatory, a persistent, wet finger seeking the warmth of the hearth that had died three days prior, leaving the air in the grand hall of the Ashworth estate thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic, coppery tang of old blood that no amount of lye could scrub from the oak floorboards, a smell that clung to the...

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