The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in heavy, silver sheets against the stone, blurring the world into a smear of grey and mud, while your lungs burned with the taste of iron and old dust. You are Thomas, and you are bleeding from a gash above your eye, the blood hot and sticky against your skin as you press your back against the cold wall of the cellar. The air here is thick, smelling of damp earth and the rot of...

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