The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The house had been holding its breath for forty years, a silent monument to a silence that had grown teeth. It stood at the end of the gravel drive, a sprawling Victorian structure of white clapboard and dark shutters, now stained by the relentless gray sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil that seemed to permeate the very...

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