The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The chisel felt cold in Arthur Vane’s hand, a sliver of steel that hummed against his palm with a vibration he could feel in his teeth. He stood in the subterranean vault of the Royal Assay Office, the air thick with the smell of damp limestone and old brass, and stared at the gold ingot on the table before him. It was a beautiful thing, smooth and unblemished, yet it felt wrong, a weight that...

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