The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Ketil Berg worked the register at the Icelandic fishing station, a place of sinking cliffs and salt-rotted wood, where the air tasted of iron and old wool. He was thirty-two, a clerk of middling height, and he wanted only to keep his ledger balanced before the lease expired and the rent doubled. The station was a dying thing, a gentrified ward of the coast, and the money was tight. Chapter One...

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