The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rot started in the cellar. It smelled of copper and old pennies. You knew it before you saw it. You were a guard, not a doctor, but the scent was a language you had learned in the trenches. It was the smell of things giving up. You walked down the spiral stairs. The stone was cold. Your boots scraped. The air grew thick. It tasted of iron. You found the patient. He lay on a cot. His face...

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