The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at his boots. It was a thick, black sludge that smelled of rot and iron. Silas pulled free with a wet tear. He walked faster. The wind cut through his tunic. It was cold. Not the clean cold of the high peaks. This was a wet, heavy chill that settled in the bones. He carried the pack. It was heavy. The leather straps bit into his shoulders. He did not look back. To look back was...

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