The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The Duke’s voice cracked like a whip against the vaulted ceiling, calling my name from the head of the long table. "Elias." The sound hung in the thick, wine-heavy air of the Great Hall, cutting through the murmur of two hundred guests. I stood by the cellar door, my hands still slick with the damp earth of the lower tunnels, my fingers stained dark with the soil that had clung to my boots all...

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