The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Act I Colette Lambert’s hands were already black with grease when she opened the trunk, the leather handles slick under her palms as she hauled it up the damp stone steps of the displaced persons center. The air smelled of wet wool and the ozone tang of the storm that had been threatening for three days, a sky that promised rain and withheld it, holding the water back like a miser holding a...

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