The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The coin is warm. You hold it between thumb and forefinger, feeling the weight of it against the skin of your left hand, the one that has begun to crack and peel like old plaster. Lord Vane watches you from the head of the table, a man built like a gate, his face a mask of polite boredom. He has just tossed the silver piece to you, a gesture so casual it feels like a slap. The room is thick...

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