The Golden Oath
You count the coins. They are cold. They are hard. You count them again. There is a clink in your pocket. A small sound. It is the only sound. The room is white. The light is bright. Too bright. You look up. There is a man across the table. He wears a suit. It is black. It fits well. His face is smooth. It is clean. It is empty. He smiles. It is thin. It does not reach his eyes. "James," he...
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