The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the manor, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and become something closer to a verdict. In the cellar, where the air tasted of wet stone and old iron, Thomas held the bone. It was his left radius. He had pulled it from the meat locker, the one that had gone bad, and wrapped it...

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