The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain slicked the cobblestones. I stood in the doorway. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From the weight of what I had just said. The house behind me was a fortress of gray stone. It loomed. It watched. I stepped out. The air was sharp. It cut into my lungs. I breathed it in. I breathed it in deep. It tasted of iron and wet earth. I walked away. My heels clicked against the wet ground. The...

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