The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the village of Oakhaven was nothing but a smear of mud and shadow, and I stood in the doorway of my father’s house, holding a letter that felt heavier than iron, while my wife, Elara, watched me from the shadows of the hall with eyes that had forgotten how to blink in sleep. "You must...

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