The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The glass shattered. It was a small sound, sharp and final, like a bone snapping in a quiet room. I stood in the mud of the roadside ditch, holding the empty base of the bottle. The liquid had run into the dirt. I watched it disappear, dark and heavy. Margaret had sent the bottle. A gift from her mother’s cellar. Old stuff. Thick and dark as blood. She had written on the label in her cramped,...

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