The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ledger was heavy, its leather cover cracked along the spine, and you counted the coins again. Twelve gold sovereigns. Not enough. The debt for your son, Arthur, sat in the cold like a stone in your gut. You were thirty-two, a widow in Oakhaven, and the cellar beneath your house was the only asset left to sell. But the cellar was not empty. The stone walls were inscribed with runes that...

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