The Golden Cellar
The iron bands on the cellar door had rusted through in three days. That was the first thing that was wrong. The second was that the city of Oakhaven was freezing, and the grain stores were locked, and I was the only constable with the key. "Thorne, you have forty minutes," Captain Halloway had said, his breath pluming in the cold square. "The Council is waiting. Do not let the old man’s...
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