The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the narrow lane into mirrors reflecting the dim, gaslight glow of the windows above, and within this damp and oppressive atmosphere, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick wall, his breathing shallow and measured as he watched the heavy oak door of the bakery before him...

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