The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fog in Blackwood was not merely weather; it was a physical weight, a damp wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the town, pressing the rooftops closer to the earth. It was 1912, an era of iron and soot, where the clatter of hooves on cobblestone was the only rhythm that mattered. Silas Vane walked through it, his boots striking the wet stone with a deliberate, heavy cadence. He was a...

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