The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The candles burned low in the candelabra. The wax pooled like blood on the silver trays. We drank. We laughed. The sound was sharp in the vaulted hall. It echoed off the stone. It did not settle. It bounced. It stung. I looked at Elara. She sat across from me. Her dress was black. It was cut low. She smiled. The smile was thin. It did not reach her eyes. Her eyes were dark. They were deep. They...

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