The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was always the same. A cellar. Golden light pouring down from a crack in the ceiling. Dust motes dancing like slow, bright snow. In the center of the floor, a human heart, still beating. It was not red. It was gold. It pulsed with a rhythm that matched the thumping in Elias’s own chest. He reached for it. His fingers brushed the surface. It was warm. It was wet. He woke with a gasp....

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