The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the station platform. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the yellow line, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, the smell of wet wool and diesel exhaust thick in his nose. He was a man of measurements, of invoices and inventory, a man who understood the precise value of a grain of sugar or a drop...

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