The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The blade bit into the flesh with a sound like a wet tear in silk, and Elias Vane did not flinch, though the pain was a white, blinding spike that drove through his shoulder and into the root of his teeth. He stood in the center of the High Hall, the stone floor cold and gritty beneath his boots, while the High Priest watched from the raised dais, his face a mask of solemn, superstitious...

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