The Golden Cellar
The cellar door is ajar. It has always been ajar. You know this because you have walked past it every day for thirty years, since the night the house shook and the plaster rained down from the ceiling. You are a detective. You have been a detective since that night, though no one gave you a badge. You gave it to yourself. You picked it up from the dust where it lay, cold and heavy as a stone....
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