The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mortar spat from the trowel. Elara wiped her hands on her apron, but the black dust did not lift; it soaked into the weave of the linen, staining the fabric a bruised grey. The crack in the floor of the Golden Cellar had widened overnight, a jagged mouth splitting the ancient stone. She knew the Guild audit was scheduled for noon. The clock in the tower above struck the hour, a dull, heavy...

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