The Golden Cellar
Chapter One "You left the gate open again, Guadalupe. The rain is coming in." The voice was distant, muffled by the heavy, locked door that Guadalupe Loera had barred from the inside. He stood alone in the damp, sealed cellar of the decommissioned outpost, the air cold enough to stiffen the joints in his remaining nine fingers. He held a rusted iron key, its teeth worn smooth by three years of...
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