The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

"Stop digging," the boy said. His voice was thin, like a wire pulled too tight. "The ground is soft here. It wants to swallow you." I looked up. The mud clung to my shovels, heavy and black as oil. My hands, once steady, now trembled with a palsy that had no name. I was old. Older than the dirt. Older than the silence. "Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded foreign in my own ears. A dry...

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