The Golden Oath
The rain in Blackwood did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of Slaughter Lane into a mirror that reflected the soot from the mills above. You stood at the edge of the quarantine line, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the iron badge you had just been forced to remove from your chest. Inspector Vance stood behind you, his...
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