The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the world outside the window had dissolved into a gray, weeping mist that clung to the glass like a shroud. You sat in the high-backed chair by the hearth, the leather creaking softly under the weight of your years, your hands resting on the armrests, still bearing the faint, white scars of a life spent in service. The house was silent, a grand,...

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