The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The soup was boiling over. It spilled across the black stovetop with a sizzle that sounded like a small, angry beast dying, and the smell of burnt bone and old onions hit the back of my throat, thick and cloying, forcing me to gag. I wiped my hands on my apron, which was already stiff with grease, and looked up at the tall, narrow window that looked out over the grey, indifferent slate of the...

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