The Golden Cellar
The dress was gold, but not the dull, tarnished gold of old coins. It was the bright, blinding gold of midday sun trapped in amber, a fabric that seemed to breathe with a life of its own. Elara stood in the center of the room, a space that defied the geometry of the world above, and she wore it. The room was a cellar, yet it stretched upward into an infinite void of soft, pale light. There were...
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