The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cold iron of the bunk bit into Elias Thorne’s palm as he woke, his fingers white-knuckled around the frame. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, tasting of copper and old dust. In the dream, he had been sinking into a slurry of gold, the precious metal heavy and suffocating, filling his lungs until he could not scream. He blinked, the dim red emergency light of Fort Sterling’s...

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