The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron gate shrieked, a sound like a man being flayed, as Elias Vane drove his fused left hand through the rusted hinge. The street was thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, the air so heavy it felt like breathing through a wet cloth, while the three men Magistrate Thorne had sent to reclaim the mill’s deed swayed back, their faces twisted in a mix of fear and professional disgust....

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