The Golden Cellar
The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of gray and black. Elias stood on the corner of 4th and Main, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the water drip from the brim of his hat. He was not waiting for a bus. He was waiting for the end of his shift, though the shift had already ended an hour ago. He just...
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