The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink was still wet on the ledger when Master Aldous slammed his hand down, the vibration rattling the quill in your holder. "You are dismissed, Elias," he said, his voice flat and cold as the cellar stone. "For falsification. For theft. For the stain of your blood." You stood there, the junior archivist of Oakhaven, thirty-four years old and trembling not from fear but from the sheer,...

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