The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

"You held the line. Did you?" The voice was low. It scraped against the silence of the tent. I looked up. Captain Miller stood in the doorway. His face was a mask of grey exhaustion. His eyes were red. He looked at me. He looked at my hands. "I held it, sir," I said. My voice sounded thin. Like paper tearing. He stepped inside. The flap fell shut. The wind outside died down. The cold seeped in...

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