The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The road to the village of Oakhaven was not so much a path as a scar cut into the earth, a jagged line of red clay that wound through the mist like a vein of blood. It was the age of old gods, when the air tasted of iron and rot, and the trees grew so thick that the sun was a rumor, a pale coin spent and lost. Margery walked it alone, her boots heavy with the mud of the previous year, her hands...

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