The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink was wet. It smelled of iron and rain. Elias stared at the mark. It was a seal. A golden circle. Inside, a spider. He held it in his palm. The paper burned. Not with heat. With light. "Where did you get it?" The voice was thin. Like a wire pulled tight. Elias looked up. Mara stood in the doorway. She was not a woman. Not anymore. Her edges were soft. Dissolving into the mist. "I found...

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