The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the roof of the station house. It was a steady, gray sheet. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the water run down the glass. He was a man of fifty. His face was hard. His hands were rough. He held a brass key. It was warm in his palm. The key belonged to the evidence locker. He had been the keeper of that locker for twenty years. Every item was logged. Every item was safe....

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