The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The smell of wet wool and stale tobacco clings to the inside of your lungs, a phantom scent that haunts the sterile, fluorescent-lit air of the interrogation room, a place where time does not pass but pools, thick and viscous, around the ankles of the dead. You are sitting in a chair that is not quite a chair, a metal skeleton wrapped in vinyl that has cracked and peeled over the years, and you...

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