The Golden Cellar
In the dream, the cellar was not dark but illuminated by a sickly, pulsating amber light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves, a bioluminescent glow that turned the dust motes into suspended stars. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of this impossible space, his uniform pristine, the brass buttons catching the unnatural light with a sharp, almost aggressive brilliance. He was...
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