The Golden Oath
Act I Alice Layton waded through the black water, her boots sinking into the silt of the town hall basement. The water was cold, a physical weight that pressed against her shins, and the air smelled of wet plaster and rot. She was looking for the ledger. It had to be in the cabinet by the stairs, the one with the brass handle that stuck in winter. Her heart hammered a erratic rhythm against her...
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