The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fever broke at dawn, not with a gentle ebbing of heat but with a violent, shattering delirium that left Margaret Holloway gasping for air as if the bedchamber itself had been drained of oxygen, the linens soaked through with a sweat that smelled of iron and old pennies, her husband Thomas standing over her with a face carved from the same pale, unyielding stone as the castle walls, his eyes...

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