The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire in the basement incinerator did not roar, but hissed, a wet and rhythmic sound that seemed to breathe with the building itself. I stood before the open maw of the steel furnace, my hand resting on the handle of the heavy iron door, the heat radiating against my face in waves that felt less like temperature and more like an accusation. I was forty-two years old, and for the past...

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