The Golden Cellar
The dream begins with the smell of wet iron and ozone, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a rusted coin, and you are standing in the center of a vast, subterranean cavern where the air is so thick with suspended dust motes that it glows with a faint, amber luminescence. You are not alone; you are surrounded by a low, humming vibration that resonates in your teeth and the...
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