The Golden Cellar
The cellar door was stuck. Elias pushed. It groaned. The wood was old, swollen with damp. He pushed harder. His knuckles whitened. "Let go," said Mara. "I am trying." "Then stop trying and listen." Elias stopped. He stood in the kitchen. The tiles were cold under his bare feet. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The air smelled of dust and dried lavender. Mara was standing by the window. She was...
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