The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the silence in the basement of the university library was not empty, but heavy, like a wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the world. Silas Thorne sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by a century of nervous hands, and watched a single drop of water trace a path down the windowpane. It was a small, insignificant thing, a bead of grey...

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