The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon dissolved into the mist. I stood at the threshold of the abandoned manor, my boots sinking into the mud that had once been a manicured lawn, the mud of the old country that I had carried in my heart for three years and now saw reflected in the earth before me. The house was a skeleton...

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