The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat. I stood in the corner, my hands buried in the pockets of my wool coat, watching the chandeliers sway with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. They were not moving with the wind, for the windows were sealed shut against the November rain, but with something else, something that breathed. My...

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