The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass key hangs on a chain around your neck. It is cold. It is heavy. It is the only thing in the world that feels real. You are in the basement of the Whitmore Textile Mill. The air smells of damp wool and machine oil. Above you, the floorboards creak with the weight of two hundred men and women. They are working. They are breathing. They are dying a little more with every shift. You hold...

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