The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The vine was dying. It curled against the cold brick of the cellar wall, its leaves turning a brittle, rust-colored brown. I watched it. I watched it with the same attention I paid to the quarterly reports, to the fluctuating numbers on the spreadsheet, to the slow erosion of my own vitality. It was a plant. It was also me. We were sharing the same decay. The cellar was deep. It smelled of damp...

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