The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The feast was loud. It was a wet, heavy noise. The hall smelled of wet wool and stale meat. Rain hammered the thatch above. It did not stop. It never stopped in this village. The people ate with their hands. They ate quickly. They spoke in low grunts. No one looked at the stranger. The stranger sat at the far end. He was small. He was quiet. He held a small, dark box. He did not open it. He...

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