The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

I dreamed of a coat. It was red. Not the dull crimson of dried blood or the faded rust of old iron. It was a living red. It pulsed. It breathed against the skin of the dream. I wore it. It fit me like a second soul, tight and warm and heavy with a weight that was not mine. I turned to the mirror in the cellar. The glass was dark. I saw no face. I saw only the coat. It smiled. I did not smile. I...

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