The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The summons came not as a whisper, but as a hammer blow against the oak door of the royal armory, shattering the damp silence of the early morning. Sir Kaelen, Master of the Guard, stood before the rack of halberds, his fingers working the clasp of his ceremonial gauntlet, the gold filigree worn smooth by twenty years of sweat and service. He was forty years old, a man whose joints ached with...

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