The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

My fingers were black with mud and the smell of wet stone was thick in my throat as I pried the loose brick from the cellar wall. The lever slipped, scraping against the limestone, and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. Outside, the rain hammered the thatched roof of the granary, a relentless drumming that drowned out the distant sounds of the siege lines. I am Zoran Sargsyan, and I...

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