The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I counted the steps. One, two, three. Fourteen to the curb. The rain had stopped, but the gutters still ran with a thick, grey sludge that smelled of rust and old oil. I stood in the alley behind the Municipal Building, my hand deep in my coat pocket, fingers curled around the signet ring. It was warm. Not the warmth of a stone left in the sun, but a living, rhythmic heat, like a pulse trapped...

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