The Golden Cellar
I. The door beneath the stair had always been there. Silas Hartwell had lived in his grandfather's house in the Cotswolds village of Bibury for fourteen years and had never opened it. Not out of disrespect. Not out of fear. Out of the particular kind of reverence that older houses inspire in those who've learned to listen to them. The floorboards above the cellar groaned at midnight during...
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