The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the slate roof of the manor house like a steady, gray drumroll. It had been raining for three days. The water ran in dark rivulets down the stone walls, carving new paths into the old rock. Margaret sat at her desk in the administrative wing. The room was cold. The heating pipes clanked softly in the walls. She typed the numbers into the spreadsheet. The numbers were correct....

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