The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The shroud did not move when the wind tore through the broken windowpanes of the library, a golden stillness that mocked the dust motes dancing in the gray afternoon light. I stood before the high-backed chair where Margaret had sat for her last breath, watching the fabric ripple with a life of its own, and I felt the first cold finger of the debt I had tried to bury. It was time to sell Harrow...

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