The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The vial in Elias Thorne’s hand weighed exactly four ounces, a precise measurement he had checked three times since dawn. The glass was cracked along its midsection, a hairline fracture that wept a single, slow drop of gold every minute. He counted the drops. One. Two. Three. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against his shoulders, his knees, the soles of his boots. It was the kind of...

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