The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar door was not a door but a mouth, wide and rotting, set into the foundation of the house. It breathed. That was the first thing I told the men, though I had no proof, only the cold draft that smelled of wet earth and old iron. It was a smell I knew, a smell that lived in the back of my throat, familiar as the taste of blood. I had been in the house for three days. The rain had not...

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