The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the canvas of the tent with a rhythmic, violent persistence. Elias pulled the edge of the wool blanket tighter. The cold was not just in the air. It was in his bones. It was in the marrow. He was an old man. He was a stranger in this land. He had crossed the ocean. He had left the fields of the old country. He had left the smell of the earth. He had...

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