The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The gold ring sat in my palm, cold as a river stone and heavier than its size suggested, its surface worn smooth by decades of anxious handling. I was forty-two years old, a private investigator in Oakhaven, a coastal town where the fog rolled in thick enough to choke a man’s breath, and I had spent the last three days chasing the ghost of my mentor, Arthur, who had vanished from his office...

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