The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with the persistence of a starving dog. He stood in the breach of the city wall, the rain hammering the dented steel of his breastplate, the Duke’s crest now a blurred smudge of grime and blood. "Hold the line, Captain," a voice shouted from the darkness behind him, but Elias did not turn. He was not holding a line. He was waiting for the end. The order...

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