The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain in Ashford did not wash the city clean; it merely made the soot stick to the skin. Clara Vane stood on the corner of Mill Street, her hands raw and bleeding from the needle, watching the steam rise from the sewers in thick, grey plumes that smelled of coal and old blood. She had left Arthur that morning, or rather, she had walked out before he could find her, leaving behind the only...

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