The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The oak door was locked. I sat in the cold of the cellar, listening to the rain tap against the stone. It was a sound like fingernails on glass. My hands were shaking. Not from cold, though the air was damp and heavy. I shook from the weight of the thing I carried. It was not a physical weight. It was a ledger. A record of debts I had never intended to incur. Above me, the Great Hall was empty....

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