The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The taste of copper. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the blood, though the blood was there, thick and warm against my lower lip. It was the copper. The metallic tang of it, sharp and ancient, flooding my mouth like a flood of old pennies. "Get back, Sergeant," I said. My voice sounded hollow. Stripped of the authority I had worn for twenty years. Captain Miller didn’t look at me. He was...

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