The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train slowed as it entered the valley, a metallic groan that echoed off the limestone cliffs. Mara checked her watch. It was three minutes early. She liked being early. It gave her control over the chaos of arrival. She sat by the window, watching the blur of trees and fields, feeling the vibration of the wheels in her teeth. She had spent ten years in the capital, ten years in the sterile,...

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