The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The damp breath of the cellar clung to Elias Thorne’s skin, a cold, wet shroud that smelled of rotting timber and the metallic tang of old iron, as he dragged the heavy oak crate aside with a groan of wood against stone that seemed to echo far beyond the confines of the room. He was sixty years old, a man whose life had been measured in the quiet accumulation of dust and the silent preservation...

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