The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had turned the mud of the courtyard into a slurry that sucked at their boots with a wet, hungry sound. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the gate, watching the caravan disappear into the grey mist of the forest. He did not wave. He did not speak. He simply watched until the last horse, a shaggy beast laden with crates of salted pork, vanished behind the weeping willows. The silence that...

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