The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost lay thick upon the cobblestones of Blackwood, a white shroud that muffled the city’s breath. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, measured step of a man who had long ago forgotten the weight of his own limbs. He was the Warden of the Lower Gates, a title that carried little glory but immense responsibility. His uniform, a tunic of deep grey wool, was patched at the elbow, the fabric...

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