The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had been falling in a steady, gray sheet for three days, turning the gravel drive of the Whitmore estate into a sucking mire that swallowed the tires of the squad car whole. Elias Thorne sat in the passenger seat, his hands resting loosely on his knees, feeling the dampness seep through the thin fabric of his coat and settle into the marrow of his bones. He was a man of fifty, with a...

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