The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The steam rose from the grates of London’s West End in a pale, indifferent swirl, carrying the scent of coal smoke and wet wool. I stood on the corner of Fleet Street, clutching a leather-bound notebook to my chest as if it were a shield against the damp. It was 1893, and the city hummed with the electric anxiety of an age that believed it had mastered the world, yet felt only more hollow for...

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