The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at her boots. It was a cold, wet grip. Sarah did not pull away. She stood in the ditch. The rain was a fine mist. It coated her skin. It felt like oil. She watched the line of soldiers. They moved in silence. Their boots crunched on the gravel. They passed her. One by one. They did not look down. She held the map in her hand. The paper was soft. It had lost its stiffness. The ink...

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