The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The salt fog clung to the cliffs of St. Jude's Head like a ghost refusing to leave. Eleanor Marsham stood at the iron railing, her knuckles white against the rusted paint, and watched the Atlantic throw itself against the rocks with a violence that felt almost personal. Below, the tide pulled back like a curtain, exposing black teeth of stone and the debris of a hundred storms — broken shells,...

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