The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The parchment lay on the stone floor, damp and heavy, bearing the Abbot’s seal in red wax. Thomas Bradshaw did not read it immediately. He stared at the wax, a perfect circle of crimson, while the cellar air, thick with the smell of wet wool and old ink, settled around his shoulders. He was twelve years old, small for his age, and his hands were already stained with the gold thread he had been...

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