The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The basement smelled of wet stone and old rust. Elias Thorne pressed his back against the cold wall, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He was forty-two, but in the dim light of the single bare bulb, he looked older, carved out of the same gray rock as the room around him. His hands were shaking. He wasn’t shaking from fear, not exactly. It was the adrenaline, the raw, electric hum of...

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