The Golden Suspect

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The cellar door was iron, rusted into a flake of orange dust against the stone. Elias pulled it open, the hinges shrieking a sound like a dying animal, and the air that rose from the depths was cold, smelling of damp earth and something sweeter, older, like rotting fruit preserved in honey. He descended the spiral stairs, his lantern cutting a thin wedge of light through the darkness. The floor...

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