The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall. It hung. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the gray street of Oakhaven. The cobblestones were slick. They reflected the gas lamps. The light was sick. It was yellow. It was cold. He held his cap in his hands. His knuckles were white. He looked at the door of the bakery. The sign read Halloway’s. The glass was fogged. Inside, a light burned. It was a warm light. It was a...

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