The Golden Cellar
The cellar door was locked from the inside. I knew this with the certainty of a bone setting. My sister, Elara, had gone down to retrieve the vintage wine for the engagement party upstairs, and now, an hour later, the silence from below was not the quiet of rest, but the heavy, suffocating weight of a sealed tomb. I pressed my ear against the cold oak. Nothing. Not a scratch. Not a breath. Only...
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