The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The watchtower smelled of damp stone and old iron. I had climbed the spiral stairs for the forty-third time that day. My boots, scuffed and heavy, clicked against the stone in a rhythm I knew by heart. Below, the courtyard was empty. The sun hung low and yellow over the ramparts, turning the dust into a fine, golden haze. It was a beautiful day. It was the kind of day that made the silence feel...

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