The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

"Stop." The voice was not loud. It was flat. It cut through the hum of the ventilation system in the basement corridor. It cut through the sweat on his neck. Marcus stood still. His hand tightened on the strap of his service pack. The leather creaked. It was a small sound. But in the silence, it sounded like a bone breaking. He looked at the door. It was steel. It was painted the same...

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