The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink is fading. You see it in the margins first. Then in the words. The black is turning to gray, then to the pale blue of old bruises. You are sitting in the chair in the basement. It is a heavy chair. It smells of dust and dried lavender. You do not move. You watch the letter dissolve. This is your fifth year here. You are the Keeper. Or so they tell you. You are the one who remembers the...

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