The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The bottle was red. It sat on the counter. Glass. Heavy. He looked at it. Then he looked at the clock. Ten o'clock. The kitchen was cold. Marrow. He was the investigator. He had no case. He had no client. He had only the bottle. And the hunger. The hunger was a man. A man in a gray suit. The man stood by the stove. He did not speak. He watched. Marrow felt the weight of the bottle. It was not...

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