The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You are bleeding. The blood is warm. It drips from your nose onto the white collar of your shirt. You don’t wipe it. You can’t. Your hands are shaking too badly to reach your face. The fluorescent lights buzz above you. A low, electric hum. It sounds like a headache. It sounds like the end of the world. You are in the basement. Not a cellar. Not really. It is a storage room beneath the office...

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