The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old wine. It was a smell that stuck to the tongue. Marcus stood in the center of the room. His hands were shaking. He looked at the bottle. It was gold. Not painted gold. Real gold. The glass was thick and heavy. It caught the single bulb of light and threw it back in sharp, hard angles. He had been a master of this trade for forty years. He knew the weight...

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