The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

My fingers were already deep in the gold when the crack sounded, a sharp snap like a bone breaking in a quiet room. I was holding the brooch, that heavy, ornate thing wrapped in a scrap of silk that smelled of lavender and decay, and I could feel the heat of it seeping into my palm, a warmth that had nothing to do with the autumn chill creeping through the window of the customs office. The room...

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