The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the streets of Boston into a mirror of slate and neon, a wet and shimmering canvas upon which the city painted its own dissolution. Elias Thorne stood before the window of his office on the fourteenth floor, his reflection a ghostly smear of grey suit and hollowed eyes, superimposed over the blurred lights of the avenue below. He was a man who...

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