The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron bit of my sword was deep in the throat of a rat that wore the livery of the Crown, and I was bleeding from a gash above my left eye, the blood hot and metallic tasting as it trickled into the corner of my mouth, while the damp air of the cellar smelled of rotting straw and old fear. We were three men down here, myself, Thomas, and the boy, Elias, and we had no names that mattered to...

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