The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The carriage stopped. The doors opened. Cold air rushed in. It smelled of wet stone and old wine. Silas stepped out. His boots sank into the mud. He looked up. The tower loomed. It was black against the grey sky. He was a baker. That was his name. That was his trade. He had left his village. He had left his wife. He had left his children. He carried only a sack. The sack held flour. The flour...

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