The Golden Cellar
The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent and heavy curtain that blurs the boundary between the wet asphalt of the road and the gray, weeping sky above, and you are walking with your brother, Julian, through the damp undergrowth of the industrial wasteland that stretches out beyond the city limits, a place where the old factories have rotted into skeletons of rusted iron and...
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