The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

"Aldric." The voice was not the Mayor’s. It was the voice of the glass itself, a low, tectonic hum that vibrated in the marrow of Sir Aldric’s teeth. He stood in the center of the Golden Cellar, the obsidian sigil clutched in his left hand, its surface slick with a cold that burned. The room was a vault of polished gold leaf and ancient stone, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rot....

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