The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The morning began with the counting of nails. Sir Aldric sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the heads of the iron spikes scattered across the floorboards, each one a small, cold promise of repair. There were forty-two of them. It would take four hours to drive them into the rotting timber of the eastern wall, and he had only three. The smell of damp rot hung heavy in the room, a...

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