The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The roast duck was crisp, the wine dark as old blood, and Silas Vane laughed at my ambition as if I were a child asking for a larger piece of pie. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the constable’s badge heavy in my waistcoat, feeling the heat of the chandelier and the weight of the thirty-two years I had lived in the shadow of Blackwood Mill. I wanted my pension. I wanted the truth. I...

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