The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The flood came at night. It did not announce itself with rain or thunder. It simply arrived, a black tide rising from the cellar steps, swallowing the floorboards whole. I stood on the top step, my hands gripping the railing until the wood splintered against my palms. The water was warm. It smelled of wet earth and old iron. My name is Thomas. I was nine. The house was old. Older than me. Older...

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