The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain hits the roof like a drum. You are wet. Your hands are shaking. The mud clings to your boots, heavy and black, sucking at your ankles. You are running. You are running for your life. The castle is burning. Smoke fills the air, thick and grey, tasting of ash and old wood. You stop. You look back. The towers are collapsing. The stone cracks. The fire is a beast, red and hungry. You turn...

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