The Golden Cellar
The air in the vault tastes of copper and old stone. You know this place. You have spent ten years breathing it. Your knees ache in the damp cold, a familiar ache, but today the pain is sharp. It is a warning. You stand before the Great Gate. Behind you, the court of King Aldric is empty. They have left. They always leave when the hour is wrong. You are the Keeper. You are the Wall. You are the...
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