The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of Ashworth Lane until they looked like wet slate. Elias Vance walked with his head down. The mud sucked at his boots. He was a man of few words. He was also a man of heavy hands. For twenty years, he had served the Guild. He had kept the ledgers. He had kept the silence. Now he was leaving. He carried a bundle. Inside was a...

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