The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick and cold, tasting of iron and rot. I kicked. The boot stayed. I kicked again. The earth gave way with a wet tear. I pulled free. My lungs burned. The air was thin here, under the town. We were in the cellar. The golden cellar. That is what they called it. Not for the light. There was no light. Not for the gold. There was no gold. It was a name. A label....

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