The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at my boots. It was a cold, wet kind of silence. I walked alone. The rain fell in thin, grey needles. My uniform was soaked through. The wool clung to my skin like a second corpse. I was a soldier. I was also a ghost. I did not know which was true anymore. The road stretched before me. It was straight and black. It led down into the earth. Or up into it. The horizon was a blur of...

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