The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The vial was heavy in Elias’s palm, a thick cylinder of glass that held a liquid the color of late afternoon sun. It was the only warm thing in the cellar, a small, defiant heat against the damp stone that clung to his uniform like a second skin. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the local watch, stood alone in the blue twilight of the underground room, the air thick with the smell of mildew and...

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