The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, weeping curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the market square and the iron-scented breath of the city. Elias Vane stood beneath the awning of the old chandler’s shop, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the November damp, but from the vibration that had begun to hum in his teeth three days prior. He...

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