The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended the valley in a gray, static curtain. Cold air seeped through the wool of his tunic. It seeped through the bone. Captain Elias Thorne adjusted his collar. He checked the tension on his leather belt. The brass buckle was warm. It held the weight of his sidearm. The weight of his duty. He stood on the ridge. Below, the forest waited. The trees were...

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