The Golden Cellar
The air in the subterranean atrium tasted of copper and stale ozone, a thick, metallic film that coated your tongue and made every word you spoke feel like a stone dropped into deep water. You stood alone in the center of the circular room, the only living breath in a cathedral of glass and iron that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency you could feel in your teeth, a sound so constant it had...
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