The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Mill District into a mirror of grey decay. Elias Thorne sat at his desk in the municipal archive, the air thick with the scent of rotting paper and the stale tobacco smoke of the board members who had just dismissed his proposal for the third time. He was forty years old, a man...

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