The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was always the same, a suffocating labyrinth of gold leaf peeling away from damp stone, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the brass key clutched so tightly in his right hand that the metal had bitten white crescents into his palm. He lay in the dark of his apartment, the silence pressing against his eardrums, listening to the rain tap a frantic rhythm...

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