The Golden Oath
The heavy oak door of the Whitmore manor did not creak, nor did it groan under the weight of its own history, but rather it seemed to absorb the silence of the approaching evening with a quiet, almost aggressive finality, a sensation that Peter felt in the hollow of his chest as he stood on the wet gravel driveway, looking up at the lit windows of the house that had once been his sanctuary and...
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