The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The knife was cold in Elias’s hand, a slab of iron that had not been sharpened in three weeks because the blacksmith in the village had died of the rot last month and the new one charged double for a whetstone. Elias pressed the blade against the nape of his brother’s neck, the steel biting into the matted hair, while Julian thrashed against the rough-hewn table in the cellar, his eyes rolling...

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