The Golden Cellar
The cellar beneath the Keep of Aethelgard did not smell of damp stone or rotting grain, as cellars in the lower valleys did, but of gold. It was a scent that coated the tongue, heavy and sweet, like the nectar of a flower that had died centuries ago and preserved its essence in the earth. Aldric Vane, the Royal Assayer, stood before the great iron door, his breath shallow in the cold air. He...
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