The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain on the carriage roof was a sharp, rhythmic drumming. You counted the beats. One, two, three. Then the jolt of the wheels striking a rut in the mud, and the count reset. You were a man of counts. It was the only thing that kept the world from dissolving into the grey mist outside the glass. The carriage stopped. The driver, a man whose face was hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, opened...

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