The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was cold. It was sharp. It smelled of wet concrete and old oil. Elias walked fast. His coat was too thin. It was a grey wool thing. It had seen better days. The lining was worn through at the elbows. The buttons were loose. They jingled softly with every step. A sad, rattling sound. Like bones in a jar. He was not alone. Or so he thought. He felt eyes on...

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