The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar door groaned open, a sound like a bone cracking under heavy boots. You stood there, breathing hard, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting wood. Above you, the house was silent, that heavy, suffocating silence of a storm that has passed but left the air charged and still. You were seventeen, or perhaps eighteen, the years having blurred together in the feverish haze...

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