The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Greer Strachan’s fingers were already deep in the wet mortar, the trowel scraping against the cold stone with a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, when the High Priest’s voice cut through the damp air of the undercroft. It was a voice that had not changed in forty years, not in pitch, not in the dry, papery rasp of it, but in the way it hung in the stillness, waiting for a response that...

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