The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The sound was not a crash, but a wet, tearing exhale, as if the very skin of the world had split open to reveal the rotting meat beneath. I stood in the center of the Grand Atrium, the vaulted ceiling of white marble stretching up into a darkness that smelled of ozone and old copper, and I felt the tremor pass through my boots, up through my bones, and settle into the hollow space behind my...

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