The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and rotting cabbage, pressing against the single, grime-streaked window of the cellar where I had lived for three years. I was mid-stride in the only combat I knew, my bare feet slipping on the damp stone floor as I lunged toward the shelf, my fingers grasping for the bottle of tincture that was...

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