The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was wet. Cold water seeped into the wool of his tunic. He dreamed of the cellar. Not the dark, stone pit where the grain was kept, but a place beneath the pit. A place of gold. Not coins. Not metal. The color of late afternoon light trapped in amber. It was alive. It breathed. He woke. The candle sputtered. The wind howled through the cracks in the timber frame. It was the year of the...

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