The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar door groaned open, releasing a breath of cold, damp earth that smelled of rot and old iron, and you stood there with your hand on the knob, feeling the weight of the past five years settle into your bones like lead. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable and gray, the kind of day in Ashworth Mill where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a wet wool shawl, refusing to let go. You had come...

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