The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog on the River Thames tasted of coal smoke and wet iron, a flavor Arthur Vane had known since he was old enough to hold a sword. He sat in the back of the sealed carriage, his hand resting on the small iron box that contained his father’s last will, watching the carriage lamps of London flicker and die as they approached the city gates. Arthur was thirty years old, a man carved from stone...

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