The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ivy had finally surrendered to the frost, its brittle fingers retracting from the brickwork of the old mill, leaving the facade bare and shivering against the grey November sky. I stood in the courtyard, my breath pluming in the cold air, watching the leaves detach one by one, spiraling down with a slow, deliberate grace that felt almost like a mockery of my own frantic, tangled existence....

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