The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to my lungs as we rattled through the dark. I was holding my rifle against my chest, the cold steel biting into my skin, a reminder of the violence I had just left behind in the town square. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold, though the November wind was sharp enough to cut glass, but from the adrenaline...

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