The Golden Cellar
The limestone in the new vaults of Oakhaven had a color that Arthur Vane found impossible to describe with any word other than gold, though it was merely stone, cold and unyielding. He ran his thumb along the seam where two blocks met, feeling for the hairline fractures that Silas, the foreman, claimed were there. Arthur wanted his pension, which meant he needed the inspection report signed by...
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