The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar flooded on a Tuesday. Water seeped from the floorboards. It was brown. It smelled of rot. I wiped it with a rag. The rag was red. My name is Silas. I am a clockmaker. I live in the house on the hill. The house is old. The wood is tired. The beams groan. They sing in the wind. My wife is Elara. She is gone. She has been gone for three days. She did not leave a note. She did not say...

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