The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and inside the cell, Thomas Bradshaw felt the cold seep through the soles of his boots until his toes became numb, useless things that belonged to a man who had died hours ago. He was a soldier of the Border Guard, a title that had once meant something solid, a wall...

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