The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The morning fog did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, wet blanket that swallowed the lower fields of the valley until only the grey, skeletal branches of the ancient oaks remained visible against the pale, indifferent sky. Thomas Whitmore walked through this soup of mist, his boots sinking into the mud of the forest path, each step a small, deliberate act of resistance against the...

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