The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass candlestick had belonged to someone. Arthur Penhaligon could feel the weight of it in his palms—seven ounces of tarnished silver-plate, cold as a winter river stone, the kind of cold that seeps through the skin and settles into the bone. He was standing in the drawing room of a house on Harrow Lane, Hampstead, that had belonged to his great-uncle Alistair, who had died in March, who...

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