The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The coat was not red, strictly speaking. It was the color of dried blood, or perhaps a rusted hinge left out in the rain for a decade. It hung on the back of a chair in my parlor, a heavy, woolen thing that smelled of damp earth and something else, something metallic and sharp that I could not name. I had bought it from the estate sale of old Mr. Thorne, who had died in the war, or so the...

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