The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron gate groans in your hand, a sound like a dying animal dragging itself across gravel, and you know before you even turn the key that the air inside the cellar is wrong. It is too still. Too thick. It smells of wet limestone and old copper, the metallic tang of blood that has dried into the pores of the stone. You are Sergeant James Whitmore, and you have spent the last forty-eight hours...

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