The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The bell in the tower did not ring to warn of the storm. It rang to mark the hour of the breaking. You stood at the center of the Great Hall, the floorboards beneath your boots groaning under the weight of a silence so heavy it had texture, like wet clay. The air smelled of ozone and old iron. Above you, the vaulted ceiling was cracked, a jagged white line splitting the darkness from the stars....

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