The Golden Cellar
The sound that broke the world was not a crack, but a shattering, a catastrophic explosion of glass and silence that erupted from the cellar door, sending shards of the antique mirror across the polished oak floor of the dining room. I stood frozen, my hand still resting on the cold brass doorknob, my breath caught in the tight knot of my throat as the dust settled around the ruins of the...
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