The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron bars of my cell were cold against my cheek, a sharp, metallic taste of rust and fear mixing with the coppery tang of blood that had long since dried on my lip. I was a man who had spent twenty years enforcing the law in the quiet, soot-stained streets of Ashworth, a town where the fog rolled in from the harbor every night like a grey ghost, settling into the cracks of the brickwork and...

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