The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain lashed against the window of the county jail, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count down the seconds of Elias Thorne’s remaining freedom. He sat on the steel cot, his hands folded in his lap, staring at the single, dry oak leaf resting on the cold metal floor. It was a small thing, brittle and brown, yet it had survived the black water and the choking fog that had consumed the...

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