The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in grey sheets against the glass of the inspection wagon. It was a cold, industrial drizzle, the kind that tasted of coal smoke and wet iron. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner, his hands folded in his lap. They were steady hands. They had always been steady. He looked at his watch. The second hand ticked. One. Two. Three. Time was a straight line. It did not bend. It did not...

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