The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hammer struck the iron latch of the cellar door, the sound a dull, wet thud that echoed up through the limestone floor. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was forty years old, though the grey in his beard suggested a man of sixty, and his eyes, clouded by a cataract that the Church physicians called a divine warning, saw the world only in a blur of grey and gold. He was an inquisitor, a...

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