The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, gray suspension in the air that turned the cobblestones of the King’s Square into a mirror for the indifferent sky, where Major Elias Thorne stood motionless with his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of his uniform until it became a second skin, cold and constricting, pressing against his ribs...

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