The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick mirror reflecting the low, bruised clouds. Elias stood by the window of his small, drafty room in the inn, watching the water run down the glass in long, trembling rivulets. He was a man built for violence, though he had not thrown a punch in a decade. His shoulders...

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