The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The roof collapsed at noon. You remember the sound. It was not a crash, but a long, wet exhale, like the house itself had finally drawn a breath it had been holding for a century. Dust choked the light. The beams groaned, snapping like dry twigs, and the plaster rained down in gray flakes that settled on your shoulders, heavy and cold. You were seven. You stood in the center of the Great Hall,...

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