The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain hit the cobblestones like a hammer on an anvil. Thomas Ashworth stood in the doorway of the university library. He was wet. He was shaking. In his hands, he clutched a pair of leather gloves. They were brown. They were soft. They had belonged to his friend, Julian. Julian was dead. The gloves were the only thing left. "Thomas." It was Dr. Sterling. The head of the department. He stood...

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