The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. Then the silence that followed was louder than the roar. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ash, his coat soaked with rain and smoke. He was a man of forty-five, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a longer, harder life. He did not look up at the sky. He looked down at the charred remains of the Blackwood Mill. The mill was gone. Not just...

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