The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hand was gone. Or rather, it was there, but it was not mine. It sat on the polished mahogany table of the Boardroom, pale and thin, the knuckles swollen like old walnut shells. I looked at it. It looked back. There was no finger movement. No life. Just the skin. I had been staring at it for three hours. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each sound was a hammer blow. My other...

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