The Golden Cellar

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2026-08-20 13:01:04 -

The Golden Cellar

The cough started in the throat. A dry, scraping sound. Like sandpaper on old wood. Marcus pressed his back against the cold stone wall of the tunnel. The air was thick. Heavy. It smelled of wet earth and rust. He knew the smell. He had breathed it for six years. "Steady," he whispered. His hands were shaking. Not from fear. From exhaustion. The pickaxe hung heavy in his grip. The metal bit was...

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