The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron door of the cellar groaned open with a sound like a dying animal, releasing a breath of cold, damp air that smelled of rotting apples and old blood, and I stood there in the mud of the yard, my hands shaking so badly I could not hold the lantern steady, the flame dancing wildly against the black stone walls that seemed to breathe in and out with a slow, terrible rhythm. I had come to...

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