The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, persistent as a cough. Elias sat on a crate in the dark, his boots muddy, his hands wrapped around a bottle of whiskey he had not opened. Above him, the floorboards of the house creaked. He knew the house. He knew every crack in the plaster, every stain on the wallpaper. It was a large house, set...

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