The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet against the glass. It did not drum. It hissed. A low, continuous hiss that seemed to seep into the mortar of the old stone walls. I sat in the corner of the basement, my back against the cold brick. My hands were still. They had not moved in three days. Not since the last meal was brought down in a tin cup. The smell of mildew hung heavy in the air, thick...

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