The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The count was always in lead cames. I had three hundred and twelve pieces of amber glass left for the Great Rose. The Abbot had paid for the raw material from the royal treasury, a sum that would have bought a man’s life twice over, but he cared nothing for the coin. He cared for the light. I was forty-two. My hands shook. The tremor started in the tips of my fingers, a fine, rapid vibration...

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