The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train smelled of wet wool and coal dust. I leaned against the window, watching the gray fields of Pennsylvania blur into a smear of mud and leafless trees. It was 1924. The air outside was thin, biting at my cheeks. I was a man without a past, or so I told myself. My name was Elias Thorne. I had come from somewhere else, a place where the rain fell in straight lines and the silence had a...

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