The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the city of Millhaven wore its gray skin like a shroud. You remember the smell of it, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat, the scent of rusted iron and wet slate. It was the autumn of 1924, and the factories on the riverbank churned without rest, their chimneys spewing plumes into the low, heavy sky. You were standing in the...

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