The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fire started in the boiler room. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had lost its teeth when the smoke first curled up through the floorboards of the accounting office. I was sitting at my desk, the one with the cracked veneer, trying to balance the ledgers for the third quarter. The numbers were a blur. I had been staring at them for hours, until the ink seemed to swim before my...

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