The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey veil that blurred the edges of the world and turned the mud of the courtyard into a sticky, sucking trap for the boots of the watchmen. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the great hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than it had the previous morning, and he watched the door. It was a heavy oak thing,...

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