The Golden Cellar
You wake with the taste of copper and old dust on your tongue, the dream dissolving like sugar in cold water, leaving behind only the hollow ache of a memory you cannot quite grasp. The room is bright, too bright, the fluorescent lights humming that low, sickly frequency that vibrates in your teeth, and you are lying on a thin vinyl mattress in a holding cell that smells of industrial cleaner...
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