The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air in the basement of the textile mill did not smell of rot, as you might expect from a place buried six feet under the frost line of November, but of iron and stale sweat, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and made your teeth ache. You stood in the center of the concrete floor, the hum of the overhead machinery vibrating through the soles of your shoes, a low, constant...

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