The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean. It only made the mud stickier, turning the cobblestones into slick traps for the unwary and the damp into a heavy, gray shroud that clung to the wool of my cloak. I had been the city’s investigator for three years, a role that required less deduction and more endurance. I was the man they sent when the law had run out of words and the priests had...

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