The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, heavy curtain over the mill town of Harrowgate. I stood in the mud. My boots were caked in black slurry. The air tasted of rust and wet wool. I was a sergeant. I wore the uniform. It was stiff. It chafed. I had not slept in three days. My eyes burned. The mill was a beast. Brick and iron. It stood on the hill. It watched us. We were the law. We were the...

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