The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain on the roof of the chapel was a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like the fingernails of the dead trying to get in. Elias Thorne sat on the cold stone floor, his back against the altar, watching the candlelight flicker and die in the draft. He was not alone in the dark, but he was alone in the way that matters most, the way that separates the soul from the body. Beside him lay the...

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