The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had been falling since we left the city, a cold, steady sheet that turned the highway into a river of black glass, and I sat in the back of the armored transport, my hands folded in my lap, watching the wipers beat a frantic, rhythmic time against the windshield while the man who had broken my life sat in the front passenger seat, his head bowed, his silence a heavy thing that pressed...

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