The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had turned the gutters into slick, black ribbons that reflected the neon bleed of the city, a liquid mirror that I could not look away from without feeling a distinct, hollow ache in the center of my chest, a silence so profound it seemed to vibrate against the wet brick of the alleyway where I stood, clutching a damp umbrella that had long since surrendered its structural integrity to...

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