The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a digital shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the holding unit. I woke to the smell of ozone and burnt plastic. The air recyclers were failing, cycling a thick, metallic fog that tasted of copper pennies on the tongue. My name is Silas, and for three years, I have been a prisoner of my own design, a man who built a cage so perfect it could not be...

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