The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You are bleeding. The blood is hot. It runs down your wrist. It hits the gravel. You do not stop. You keep moving. The wind cuts your face. It is cold. It is late. The forest is dark. You are a man who knows wood. You know the grain. You know the rot. You know the strength. You are not a hero. You are a carpenter. You build chairs. You build tables. You build coffins when the money is tight....

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