The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sweet, rotting perfume of overripe figs. I lay on my back, the cold damp seeping through the thin wool of my shirt, staring up into the darkness that felt less like an absence of light and more like a physical weight pressing against my eyelids. I was seven, or perhaps eight, though time in the cellar moved with the sluggish, viscous quality of honey....

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