The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire started in the dry grass behind the office and did not wait for permission. It rolled over the fence with a hiss that sounded like a thousand snakes dying at once, and by the time I saw the orange tongue licking at the windows of the accounting firm, I was already running. I was not a hero. I was a man in a beige suit who smelled of stale coffee and toner ink. But the smoke was thick...

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