The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the pavement of Mill Creek until the town looked like a bruise under a bruised sky. I stood on the porch of my childhood home, the front door open behind me, the smell of wet wood and old dust clinging to my coat. In my hands, I held a crate. Inside the crate, a dozen glass jars sat nestled in straw. They were full of a thick, amber liquid....

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