The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air in the basement smelled of wet concrete and old paper. I sat on the overturned crate, my back against the cold wall. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the hum. The low, thrumming vibration that started in the floorboards and traveled up through my shoes, into my bones. It was a sound I had ignored for months. Or maybe I had tried to. I am Gerald. I work in data entry. I sit at...

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