The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the mill town of Harrow’s Bend tasted of rust and wet slate. It was a grey morning, the kind that seemed to press down upon the shoulders of the workers as they trudged toward the river works. Margaret stood at the edge of the bridge, her hands gripping the iron railing until her knuckles turned white. She was not looking at the water below, but at the man walking away from her, his...

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