The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air in the vault did not smell of decay, but of ozone and crushed violets, a scent that had settled into my lungs until I could no longer distinguish the taste of the poison from the taste of my own breath. I stood before the Obsidian Gate, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the violent, electric hum of the machinery hidden within my chest. The Order of the Iron Veil had sent me...

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