The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy sound. I hacked left. I hacked right. The iron in my hand was heavy. It had always been heavy. I thought of the cellar. I thought of the jars. I thought of the bread. My brother held the line. He stood taller than me. His armor was dented. He smiled. It was a thin smile. It did not reach his eyes. "Hold the gate," he said. "I am...

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