The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mist did not lift. It settled. It clung to the iron ribs of the underground station like a shroud of wet wool. I sat on the cold bench, my coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam rise from the grates. The air smelled of ozone and old rust. Below the floorboards, something hummed. A low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated in my teeth. I am a scholar of the impossible. My name is Arthur Vane,...

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