The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The obsidian shard hummed against Elias Vane’s palm, a low, vibrating thrum that traveled up his wrist and settled in his teeth. It was the solstice, and the cellar was thick with the smell of sulfur and molten gold. Elias, forty years old and master of the Guild, wiped the sweat from his brow with a blackened rag. He had only hours left before the Duke’s steward arrived to collect the...

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