The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in sheets of iron, drumming against the thatch of the manor house, while Edmund Ashworth stood in the center of the Great Hall, his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of a rusted dagger. He was not a man given to flight, nor to fear, but the air in the hall had grown thick, viscous, tasting of damp stone and old blood. Before him, the silence was not empty; it was a held...

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