The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick as wool and cold as a grave. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the gas lamps. It swallowed the world. Thomas stood at the window. His hands shook. He pressed them flat against the glass. The cold bit into his knuckles. He did not pull away. "Is he coming?" he asked. His voice was small. A thread of smoke. No one answered. The room was silent....

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