The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar was not a place of darkness, but of a pale, suspended light that seemed to emanate from the dust motes themselves. I remember the smell first: damp earth, old paper, and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the floorboards. My name is Arthur, and I was twelve when the fever took my voice and gave me this room. It had been three weeks since the...

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