The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

You are in the cellar. The air is thick with the scent of rot and damp stone. You count your breaths. One. Two. Three. The candle sputters. It is your only light. You are a detective, though you have no badge. You have no gun. You have only your hunger. The hunger is a living thing. It gnaws at your ribs. It whispers to you. It promises relief. It offers you the jar. The jar sits on the table....

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