The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You stand in the mud, your boots sinking into the wet earth of the village square, and you can feel the weight of the iron gauntlets on your hands. They are not armor, not exactly. They are tools of containment, forged from the same dark steel as the lock on the cellar door. The rain has stopped, but the air remains thick, saturated with the smell of turned soil and the metallic tang of the...

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