The Golden Cellar
Dr. Arthur Vane, you are packing your trunk, or you are not? The voice belonged to Thomas Bradshaw, his junior assistant, who stood in the doorway of the geological survey office in Oakhaven. It was October, 1912, and the air in the room tasted of copper and old dust. Arthur did not look up. He was folding his survey maps, the ones marked with the erratic red lines of the subterranean vibration...
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