The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mist in Oria does not rise; it breathes. It presses against the stone of the cellar where you work, a cold, damp hand against your skin. You are Elara, forty-two years old, and your hands shake. Not from fear, but from the cold, and from the weight of the gold flaking off the Great Bell onto your palms. The Bell is cracked. A hairline fracture runs from its lip to its crown, a dark vein in...

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