The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The stone door groaned open. I stepped into the dark. The air tasted of wet earth and old iron. I held the key tight in my palm. It was warm. Too warm. My father had given it to me before he died. He was a man of few words. His hands were rough. They smelled of gun oil and rain. He looked at me then. His eyes were tired. They were not sad. They were just empty. He pressed the key into my hand....

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