The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar did not smell of damp earth or rotting apple skins, as the old maps suggested, but of ozone and hot copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat with every breath he took while he stood there, suspended in the amber glow of the hanging lanterns. It was a feast, of sorts, though the guests were silent and the table was set for a single, invisible...

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