The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell on the village of Oakhaven like a gray shroud, soaking into the cobblestones and the wet wool of your coat as you stood at the edge of the market square, watching the carriage of your brother, Thomas, rattle away into the mist. You had not spoken to him in three days, and the silence between you was heavier than the stone walls of the house you had just left, a house that smelled...

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