The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the high windows of the Blackwood estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment, a smell that seemed to settle into the marrow of one’s bones. Elias stood by the hearth, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what he carried in his satchel. It was a small thing,...

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