The Golden Cellar
The fever took her breath before it took her life. It started with a cough that tasted of copper and old ash, a sound that echoed in the hollows of her chest like a stone dropped into a dry well. Elara had always been a woman of sharp edges and sharper tongue, a creature who believed the world owed her its submission. She was the daughter of the King, or so the stories said, though the King was...
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