The Golden Cellar
"The bell is heavy, Thomas." Elias did not look up from his workbench. His hammer paused mid-air, the steel head trembling slightly. The silence in the cellar was thick. It pressed against the eardrums. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light. It fell from a crack in the ceiling. It illuminated the dust. It illuminated the fear. Elias set the hammer down. He wiped his hands on his apron....
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