The Golden Cellar
The cellar door groaned open with the heavy, metallic shriek of a machine waking from a long and violent slumber, releasing a breath of damp earth and ozone that curled into the cool, stagnant air of the Victorian manor. Inside, the darkness was not empty but thick, a viscous medium that seemed to possess its own gravitational pull, swallowing the beam of the single kerosene lamp held by Elias...
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