The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The pencil snapped against the edge of the desk, leaving a splinter of cedar wood in the air, and Rosalind Kestrel stared at the white tip as if it had betrayed her. She was forty-two, an archivist of folklore with a reputation for a hand so steady it could thread a needle in the dark, a skill that had secured her position at the university for the last decade. Now, that hand trembled, a fine,...

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