The Golden Cellar
He dreamed of the cellar. It was not a dream of darkness, but of gold. Liquid amber poured from the cracks in the stone, filling the air with a heavy, sweet scent. He stood there, naked, waiting. The light did not hurt. It just waited for him to accept it. He woke. The ceiling was white. The light was gray. "Up," the voice said. It was not a shout. It was a flat command. Thomas opened his eyes....
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