The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cart creaked under the weight of silence. It was a heavy sound, dry and sharp, like a bone snapping in the frost. Elias drove. His hands were white knuckles on the reins. The road was a ribbon of grey mud stretching into the fog. Behind him, the village of Oakhaven slept. Or perhaps it did not sleep. Perhaps it watched. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and impending rain. Elias...

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