The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost lay thick upon the cobblestones, biting at the soles of your boots. You stood before the gate of the Blackthorn Hall, your breath misting in the pale, early light. The iron was cold, unyielding, and it sang a low, mournful note as you pushed it open. You carried no sword. You carried no shield. You carried only the weight of your own name, which had grown heavy in your hands, a stone...

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