The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, amber suspension. The air tasted of iron. And old paper. Caelen walked the corridor. His boots clicked. A sharp, rhythmic sound. Echoing off the stone. The walls were lined with glass. Cases. Hundreds of them. Inside each case, a word. Not written. Carved. Pressed into the crystal. Glowing faintly. Red. Blue. White. Caelen’s hand rested on his hilt. The...

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