The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The door was never locked. It was not locked by any physical mechanism, no brass bolt or iron chain, but by the weight of silence. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back. The floor was stone, cold and uneven, worn smooth by centuries of shuffling feet. Above him, the ceiling was lost in shadow. Below, the air tasted of damp earth and old paper. He was...

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