The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world, turning the cobblestone streets of the old industrial district into slick, reflective mirrors. I walked with my hands in the pockets of my greatcoat, the weight of my service revolver a familiar, cold anchor against my hip. The year was 1924, a time when the machinery of progress...

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