The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The sword was broken, the hilt slick with blood that was not his, and the cellar of the manor house smelled of wet stone and ancient, rotting fruit. Sir Alistair Vance stood over the body of the local magistrate, his chest heaving in the low, damp air, his armor dented and dark with grime. He was a man of the Crown’s law, a knight of the Iron Guard, yet here he was, a murderer in the crypts of...

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