The Golden Cellar
Gaspard Chevalier sat in the dark, the weight of the silence pressing against his ribs like a wet stone. He remembered the forty-seven of Stonecutter Alley, the place where he had grown up before the debt took him. Now he was a prisoner of his own guilt, believing he had abandoned his brother, Lucien, to save himself. The city outside was fog-choked, timeless, a place of dead volcanoes and...
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