The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The banquet hall in Blackwood smelled of roasted lamb and metallic sweetness, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like rust. Arthur Vane stood at the edge of the table, his coat damp from the November rain, watching the townspeople pass plates of gold-leafed pastry with the solemnity of a religious rite. He was thirty years old, a medical investigator from the provincial capital, and...

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