The Golden Cellar
"You look hungry, boy." The voice was low. It scraped against the damp air. Pip did not look up. He held the stone. It was smooth. It was cold. The man stood above him. He wore red silk. It shimmered in the dim light. The cellar was dark. The only light came from a single, sputtering oil lamp. It cast long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. Pip kept his head down. "I am Lord Vane," the...
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