The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The wine was red as a fresh wound. It pooled in the crystal decanter, catching the candlelight until the entire cellar seemed to breathe in pulses of garnet. I stood there, holding the bottle, my fingers numb not from the cold but from the weight of what I had just done. "Pour it," Silas said. His voice was soft, barely a whisper in the damp stone air. He sat on an overturned crate, his back...

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