The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and expensive cigars. You stand near the wall, your uniform pressed and polished, the brass buttons catching the light of the chandeliers. It is a cold night outside. The air inside is thick with the scent of wax and ambition. You are a sergeant. You have served for twenty years. You know the weight of a rifle and the silence of a grave. Here, in the...

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