The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

"Is it sealed?" Thomas Bradshaw did not answer immediately. He was kneeling in the damp earth of the cellar, his knuckles white as he pressed a fresh strip of pitch against the grain of the oak. The wood was warm, unnaturally so, as if the cask were breathing. He looked up at Brother Anselm, who stood at the bottom of the stone steps, holding a lantern that cast long, jittery shadows across the...

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