The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron gate did not creak, a sound which Margaret had always associated with the dying of old things, but instead groaned with a low, resonant frequency that vibrated through the soles of her boots and settled in the hollows of her chest, a physical weight that seemed to anchor her to the muddy earth of the lane where the rain was beginning to fall in sheets, cold and relentless against the...

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