The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucks at your boots. It is cold. It is wet. You are bleeding. Look at your hands. They are red. The blood is not yours. Or maybe it is. It does not matter. The world is a blur of gray fog and broken iron. You are running. Or maybe you are walking. It feels like both. Your lungs burn. Each breath tastes like copper and rot. "Stay down!" someone screams. The voice is far away. It belongs...

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