The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, cold mist that seeped into the bones of Sergeant Elias Thorne before he had even cleared the threshold of the abandoned farmhouse, leaving a dampness that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against his lungs, a suffocating blanket that smelled of rot and iron and the ancient, patient decay of...

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