The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You are bleeding. It is not a deep cut, just a scratch on your palm, but it feels like it goes to the bone. The red is bright against the pale gray of the concrete floor. You look at it. You do not wipe it away. You are in the basement of the library. The air is cold and smells of damp paper and old dust. You are looking for something. You know what it is. You have always known. Eleanor is...

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