The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar was wet. It smelled of rot and old pennies. Ten year old Elias stared at the door. It was oak. It was heavy. It was closed. He pushed. It did not move. He pushed harder. His hands slid on the varnish. The wood groaned. A low, sick sound. Like a man dying in his sleep. Elias was small. His jacket was too big. The sleeves hung past his fingers. He looked like a ghost in a borrowed...

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