The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, suffocating mist that turned the gravel of the moor into a sucking mud, and it was in this grey, breathless silence that Arthur Penhaligon felt the first sharp crack of the world giving way beneath his boots, a sound not of earth shifting but of something ancient and brittle shattering deep within the foundations of the house...

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