The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain does not fall so much as it is hammered into the earth, a ceaseless, metallic drumming that has beaten against the slate roof of the watchtower for three days without pause. You are wet to the bone, the cold soaking into the marrow of your spine, but you do not shiver. You have forgotten how to shiver. You stand at the edge of the precipice, looking down into the valley where the...

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