The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, hungry sound. It was not the clean, white snow of the highlands, but the black, rotting earth of the lowlands, thick with the blood of the fallen and the excrement of the horses. I stood in the center of the skirmish line, my sword arm aching with a dull, throb that had nothing to do with wounds and everything to do with the weight of the thing I carried....

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