The Golden Cellar
The cellar door did not creak, nor did it groan under the weight of the earth above. It simply vanished into the darkness when I pushed it, a seamless aperture in the stone wall of the estate’s oldest wing. I stood in the corridor, my hand still hovering in the air, trembling slightly from the cold that seemed to seep through the floorboards despite the midsummer heat. I was a man of ledgers...
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