The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar was not dark. It was a cage of light. Margaret stood at the top of the stairs. Her boots clicked on the stone. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. She held the lantern. The flame shook. It did not matter. The light below was its own. It was gold. It was thick. It smelled of wet earth and old blood. She descended. Step by step. The air grew heavy. It pressed against her skin. It...

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