The Golden Cellar
The iron gate was locked. I stood before it. The rain fell. It was cold. The city was waking up. I am a man of the Guild. We keep the peace. We keep the order. The old laws. The stone walls. The silence. I have served for thirty years. My hands are thick. My back is stiff. I do not dream. I do not hope. I only watch. My brother, Thomas, is dead. Or so they say. He died in the cellar. The dark...
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