The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in thin, gray sheets over the capital, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the dim gaslights of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Elias Thorne walked with a slow, deliberate pace, his coat collar turned up against the chill. He was a man of few words, a creature of habit and silence. In the corridors of the department, he was known as the quiet one. They liked...

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