The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old wine, a scent that clung to the back of Aldous’s throat like a physical weight. He sat on a crate of rotting oak, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the leather strap of his satchel. It was midnight, or close enough to it in the perpetual twilight of the Duvall estate. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the manor, a relentless...

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