The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink on the letter is still wet, smearing slightly in the damp air of my cell, but I do not wipe it away. I am Elias Thorne, and I am writing to you, Silas, from the place where the truth goes to rot. It is November 14, 1912, and the fog is still in my lungs, a cold, coppery taste that no amount of water can wash out. I want you to know that I did not come here to save you, not at first. I...

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