The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream began with the taste of copper. It was not blood, exactly, but the metallic tang of old pennies held too long against the tongue. Margaret woke with her jaw locked, a spasm of pain radiating from her left molar. The room was gray with dawn. Outside, the wind stripped the bare branches of the elms that lined the street. She sat up. The sheets were damp. She was not sweating, but the...

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