The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors. I stood on the threshold of the manor house, the weight of my ceremonial sword heavy against my hip, the leather of my boots creaking softly against the wet stone. It was not a battlefield, nor a prison, but the estate of Lord Ashworth, a place of dust...

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