The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You wake up in a dream that smells of wet earth and old iron, a sensation so visceral it anchors you to a bed that does not exist, the sheets twisted around your legs like the roots of a strangler fig. It is not a dream in the conventional sense, for you are not sleeping, but you are not fully awake either, trapped in that liminal space where the mind peels back the layers of reality to reveal...

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