The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ivy that climbed the damp, stone walls of the Blackfriar’s crypt did not merely grow; it strangled. It was a thick, creeping vine, its leaves the color of old bruises, spreading across the mortar with a slow, deliberate malice that seemed to mirror the rot within the walls of the old city. In the narrow, cobbled streets of the district, where the fog hung low and tasted of coal smoke and...

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