The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the city streets and the fog rolling in from the harbor. I sat on the edge of the bed in the small, rented room on the fourth floor of the Whitmore Hotel, watching the water bead and slide down the windowpane. It was a view I had chosen for its isolation, a place where the noise of the city...

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