The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hand was wrong. It was too big. Or perhaps her fingers were too small. They had shrunk in the cold, or maybe they had always been wrong for the work. Margaret held the iron bar, the one that kept the cellar door shut, and felt the metal bite into her palm. It was a familiar pain. The kind that lived in the marrow. "Let go," Thomas said. He did not shout. He never shouted. He stood in the...

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