The Golden Cellar
The wall cracked. It started as a hairline fracture, a whisper of stone surrendering to the weight above. Then it screamed. Dust rained down. The light died. Elias stood in the dark. He held the lantern. The flame shook. "Is it done?" a voice asked from the shadows. "No," Elias said. His voice was flat. Dry. "Not yet." The voice laughed. It was a dry, rattling sound. Like bones in a tin cup....
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