The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fog came in thick. Wet. It tasted of coal smoke and old river mud. I walked fast. My boots were new. The leather creaked. It hurt my feet. I didn't care. I had a job to do. A big job. A job that would make my name. My name was Elias Thorne. I was a scholar. A man of reason. I believed in the measurable. The weighable. The pure. I did not believe in ghosts. I did not believe in curses. I...

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