The Golden Cellar
The cellar door splintered inward before the sound of the breaking wood even reached your ears, a violent shattering that seemed to tear the very air from the room, leaving you gasping, your lungs burning with the sudden, cold rush of underground dampness and the metallic tang of fear. You stood there, frozen in the amber light of the dying afternoon, your hand still raised as if you had been...
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