The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron gate shrieked, a sound like a dying animal, and Elias Vane stood in the mud with the rain soaking through his coat, watching the smoke rise from the village square. He was a soldier, or he had been, before the war took his right arm and gave him a limp that made every step a negotiation with pain. Now he was a man walking toward the end of his usefulness, carrying a satchel of letters...

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