The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The cellar of the Ashworth estate smelled of damp earth, rotting apples, and the metallic tang of old fear. It was a place where the light did not reach, where the air hung heavy and still, pressing against the lungs like a wet wool blanket. Sir Julian Ashworth sat on a stool that was too small for his long legs, his back pressed against the stone wall. He was a man of fifty, his hair the color...

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