The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink was still wet when I heard the door creak. I did not look up from the ledger. The numbers were simple, yet they refused to balance. Twelve pounds for the miller’s debt. Six for the clerk’s wage. Three for the coal. The arithmetic was a cage, and I was the bird beating against the bars. Halloway stood in the doorway. He did not enter. He held a sealed envelope in his left hand, his right...

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