The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was of gold. Not the yellow of autumn leaves or the pale sun, but the deep, heavy gold of coins struck in a forgotten age. They filled the cellar. They lined the walls. They pressed against the stone floor. And in the center of that blinding wealth sat a single, perfect glove. It was made of white kid leather. It was waiting for him. Walters woke with the taste of copper in his mouth....

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