The Golden Cellar
The vault door did not open so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh of rusted iron that seemed to pull the air out of the room with it. I stood in the darkness of the lower corridor, my hand still gripping the cold handle, feeling the vibration of the mechanism settle into the stone walls. It was a sound I had never heard before, a groan that felt less like metal and more like a bone...
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