The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in sheets of grey. Elias walked. The road was mud. He carried a sack. The weight was light. His heart was heavy. The village was ahead. Smoke rose. Thin. Blue. He was a maker of locks. Fine teeth. Brass. Iron. He had made them for years. For doors that kept secrets. For chests that held gold. Now he carried none. Only the sack. Only the road. The war had taken the rest. It took...

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