The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The wind took the washing again, snapping the lines taut against the stone. Camille Girard stood in the doorway of his bakery, thirty years old, watching the white sheets vanish into the grey mist that clung to the salt smugglers' cove. He was a man who owed, and the debt was a physical weight in his gut, heavier than the sacks of flour he hauled up from the cellar each dawn. The shop was...

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