The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Harkness, get out of the light. The voice came from the shadows of the main corridor, dry and sharp as a snapped twig. Henry Harkness froze, his hand still hovering over the spine of the ledger, the leather cold and slick under his fingertips. He turned slowly, his boots scraping against the polished floor of the reading room, and saw Director Vane standing in the doorway, a silhouette cut out...

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