The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dust in the drainage ditch was dry, a fine powder that coated my throat as I knelt in the shade. I was three miles off the marked route, chasing a rumor about a smuggling corridor that the Bureau had quietly closed down two years ago. My radio was dead, the battery drained by the heat and the static. I wasn’t looking for trouble. I was looking for Julian. Three years since the report said...

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