The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost lay thick on the cobblestones of Millhaven. It was a white silence. A deep, heavy silence. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up. He walked the beat. The lanterns were lit. They cast a sickly yellow glow. The town slept. Or pretended to. He was the Watchman. The final rank. The one who held the line when the night turned teeth. His hands were gloved. Leather. Stiff. He had worn them for...

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