The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blur of wet stone and rusted iron. Elias Thorne walked. He had no map, no destination, only the heavy, rhythmic thud of his boots against the pavement and the sound of his own breathing, which seemed too loud, too urgent, in the hollow of his chest. He was a man who had...

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