The Golden Oath
The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the workshop, a relentless drumming that seemed to mock the silence inside, but the true storm was the one unfolding in the center of the room where I stood, surrounded by the polished mahogany and the scent of fresh varnish. The board of directors, four men in gray suits that looked out of place among the sawdust and shavings, had just...
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