The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The Guild Master’s voice cracked over the stone steps, sharp as a whip. "Thorne! You are late, and the solstice is three days hence." You stood at the mouth of the Old St. Jude’s crypt, the cold wind biting through your wool coat. You were forty-two, and the ache in your lower back was a constant, dull companion, a reminder that your body was no longer the tool it had been twenty years ago. You...

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