The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall. It seeped. It was a slow, grey weeping from the clouds, a dampness that settled into the bones of the stone walls and the wool of your coat. You stood in the street, the one that smelled of wet ash and old iron. The city was not a city of glass and light, but a tangle of timber and shadow, where the lanterns burned low and the mist clung to the cobblestones like a second...

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