The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain hit the slate roof like a handful of gravel. Thomas stood at the window. He watched the water race down the glass. It blurred the street below. It blurred the world. He was tired. His bones ached. The ache was in his knees. It was in his hands. It was in his chest. He had worn a uniform for twenty years. He had worn it until it became skin. Now the uniform was gone. Only the skin...

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