The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The champagne was warm, and the room smelled of roasting beef and damp wool. Elias Vane stood near the wall, a guest who had not been invited but had arrived anyway, driven by a hunger that no amount of food could satisfy. He was forty years old, though he looked older, his hands roughened by years of tightening gears and polishing brass. He had come to this banquet in the industrial city of...

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