The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. He was not in his bed. He was not in London. He lay on cold flagstones, his back aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that seemed to come from the earth itself. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and decay. Above him, the ceiling was low, pressed down by the weight of centuries. He...

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