The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The brick of the cellar wall was cold against my cheek, damp with the breath of the earth, and the air tasted of iron and old dust. I was alone in the dark, or so I thought, until the scratching of nails against the stone reminded me that I was not. The sound was rhythmic, persistent, a metronome counting down to a silence I was not sure I would survive. I had been a soldier before, in the...

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