The Golden Cellar
The concrete exploded in a shower of white dust and rebar, the sound like a cannon shot inside a cathedral. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the breach in the sub-basement of the new municipal library, his hard hat askew, watching the debris settle in the dark. He was forty-two, a structural engineer who had built his reputation on the quiet certainty of load-bearing walls, but the anomaly in...
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