The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the market square into a slick, reflective mirror of the overcast sky. Elias Thorne sat behind his counter in the dry, dust-choked interior of his shop, the smell of old paper and binding glue thick in the air. He was a man of precise habits and quiet dispositions, known in the town of Oakhaven not...

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