The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Debt of honor: unpaid. The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like oil on water, a dark smear that refused to dry in the damp air of the courtyard. Concetta Esposito stood at the edge of the mud, her boots sinking into the slurry that had accumulated from the night’s rain, watching as the Duke’s guards dragged her father toward the gate. He was a small man, a scribe of no...

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