The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet iron and old stone, clinging to the heavy wool of Thomas Bradshaw’s coat as he walked the cobbled streets of a city that seemed to exist on the fringes of memory. He had been walking for hours, perhaps days, the distinction blurred by the relentless, rhythmic drumming of water against the pavement and...

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