The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mist hung low over the moors, thick as wet wool, swallowing the stone walls of the fortress before the gate could be seen. Thomas Ashworth walked the long road, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned to a slick, dark paste. He carried no sword, for he was not yet a soldier, only a conscript, a young man from the lower villages who had the misfortune of being born with strong...

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