The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Thorne. The voice of the Bishop cut through the humid air of the nave, sharp as a chisel striking granite. Elias stood in the gilded vault, his hands stained with lime and sweat, staring at the arches he had raised with his own hands over seven years. The stone sweated. Not with moisture, but with a fine, glittering dust that settled on his forearms, cold and metallic. It was the year 1348, and...

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