The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The door behind you is heavy oak. It shuts with a finality that feels like a bone breaking. You are alone in the basement now. The air is thick, tasting of damp earth and old iron. Above, the party continues. You can hear the scratch of a cello, low and mournful, vibrating through the floorboards. You know who is playing. It is Master Hale. He is conducting the evening with the same rigid...

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