The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet stone and old iron. Mara stood before the mirror in the master suite. It was a vanity of dark oak, heavy with dust. She did not care about the dust. She cared about the reflection. The face in the glass was pale, stretched thin over the architecture of her bones. Her hair, once a riot of copper, was now a gray thing, pulled back severely....

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