The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old stone, filtering the weak afternoon light of the valley into a dull, bruised twilight that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the bones of those who walked the muddy lanes of Oakhaven. It was a town that had not changed in three hundred years, a place where the roots of the oaks...

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