The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost had turned the world into a jagged thing of white and gray, a landscape that bit at the edges of my vision until I could no longer tell where the sky ended and the snow began. I stood at the edge of the old orchard, my breath hanging in the air like a ghost that refused to leave, watching the last of the light bleed out of the horizon. In my hands, wrapped in the heavy wool of my own...

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