The Golden Downtown

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The air in the cellar was thick, a tangible weight that pressed against Willard’s chest like a wet wool blanket. He stood before the great oak vat, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the feverish intensity of the task at hand. It was the Year of the Black Plague, or so the village elders called it, a time when the sky itself seemed to have turned the color of bruised flesh and the...

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