The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hammer struck the bone. It rang. A dull, wet thud. Then a sharp crack. I wiped my hands on my apron. The blood was dark. It smelled of iron and old dust. We were in the cellar. The air was thick. My father stood by the wall. He watched. His face was a mask. No joy. No fear. Just stillness. I was the apprentice. I was the son. I was the killer. This was the trade. We made things. We made...

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