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The cellar descended like a wound into the earth, stone steps worn concave by centuries of bare feet and leather soles. Edward Ashworth stood at the threshold and felt the weight of it, his family wine cellar, their golden cellar, the place where his ancestors had stored not merely wine but time itself, pressed into bottles and hidden from the sun.
He had inherited Blackwood Hall three months...
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