The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink was still wet when I told him. "You're a fraud," I said. My voice sounded strange in the cellar. Thin. Like paper tearing. Arthur didn’t look up. He was cleaning his spectacles. The brass rims caught the gaslight, flaring bright against the gloom. "That’s a strong word, Thomas," he said. He blew on the lenses. A small puff of white air. "Who told you that?" "Everyone does. Eventually."...

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