The Golden Cellar
The ache in my left knee was a constant, dull hum, a low-frequency vibration that seemed to emanate not from the joint itself but from the marrow deep within the femur, a structural failure I had long since ceased to treat as an injury and began to regard as a geological feature of my own body. I stood in the center of the Grand Antechamber of the Ashworth Estate, a space so vast and cavernous...
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