The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the canvas of the truck, a relentless, rhythmic percussion that matched the thumping of Elias’s heart. He drove the gravel road toward the valley floor, the white lines of the highway blurring in the rearview mirror. In the passenger seat, a single object sat on a pillow of wool. It was a brass compass, old and tarnished, its face...

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