The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The chalice was heavy, heavier than it looked, and the cold coming off it was not the cold of stone but of a wound that refused to close. Elias held it with both hands, his knuckles white, watching the fine cracks in the gold weep a mist that froze the air in a thin, white lace. "It’s cursed, Elias. I told you it was cursed." Julian stood by the cellar door, leaning against the rough-hewn wood,...

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