The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the window. It was a heavy, cold rain. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Marcus sat in the dark. He did not turn on the light. He watched the water streak down the glass. Each drop was a small, clear line. It traced a path down. It joined another. Then it fell. He wore the coat. It was wool. Heavy. Grey. It had been his father’s. Then his brother’s. Now it was his. The fabric...

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