The Golden Cellar
Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream was already dissolving. He remembered the cellar. He remembered the gold. He remembered the silence. He sat up. The room was cold. The light was gray. "Did you sleep?" Mara stood by the window. She held a cup of tea. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide. "I saw it again," Elias said. His voice was rough. "Which one?" "The door. The...
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