The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The blade sang. It was a high, thin note, like a glass shattering in a silent room. Thomas caught the edge with his forearm. Pain, white and hot, bloomed. He did not scream. He was a soldier. Soldiers do not scream. He twisted. The creature shrieked. It was not a beast of fur and scale. It was a thing of geometry. Angles that hurt to look at. It dissolved into ash. The ash tasted of copper....

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