The Golden Cellar
The dampness of the cellar did not smell of rot, as you had been led to believe it should, but of ancient, calcified time, a scent like old library books and dried lavender that had long since lost its potency yet retained the ghost of its structure. You stood at the bottom of the spiral stone steps, your boots sinking slightly into the soft earth, while above you, the heavy oak door groaned...
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