The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink did not dry; it bled. I watched the black liquid spread across the parchment, turning the careful script into a bruised, unrecognizable smear. It was a cold night in the vaults beneath the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and ancient dust. My hands shook, not from the cold, but from the weight of what I had found. I was not a scholar. I was a clerk, a man of...

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