The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

He woke with the taste of iron and honey on his tongue. It was not a dream. It was a hunger. Thomas sat up in the narrow cot. The straw tickled his nose. The air in the cellar was thick, heavy with the smell of damp earth and rotting apples. He was old. His knees popped when he moved. He was a man of trade, of ledgers and ink, but here, in the deep dark of the world, he was just a body. Just...

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