The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Black. Cold. I was running. My lungs burned. Each step was a war. The town was quiet. Too quiet. I carried the key. It was heavy. Golden. Warm against my palm. It burned. Not with heat. With memory. I stopped. I listened. Silence. Then, a dog barked. Far away. I kept moving. My name is Thomas. I was a captain. Or I thought I was. They took the rank....

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