The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog rolled off the Atlantic in thick, grey sheets that smelled of brine and rotting kelp, clinging to the woolen coats of the men who stood in a loose, trembling semicircle on the shingle beach of Gullhaven. It was the kind of morning where the air itself felt heavy, a physical weight pressing against the lungs, making every breath a laborious negotiation with the cold. Thomas Bradshaw...

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