The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud was thick and black, sucking at my boots with a wet, rhythmic sound that matched the beating of my heart. I was bleeding from a gash above my left eye, the blood hot and stinging, mixing with the rain that had turned the forest floor into a slurry of rot and pine needles. I stood over the body of the man who had betrayed the garrison, his throat open, his eyes still wide with the shock...

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