The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You stand at the edge of the hall. The air is thick. It tastes of dust. And old sweat. The floorboards groan. They bow under the weight of history. You are here to leave. This is the end. The town of Oakhaven watches. They do not see you. They see the stain. They see the violence in your hands. Your knuckles are red. They are raw. You hold your breath. The silence is loud. It presses against...

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