The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The iron hook in my thumb had never been so red, nor the blood so thick and warm, before the cellar door groaned open and the light died. I stood there, holding the hook in one hand and the shattered remains of the gold in the other, while the air from below rushed up to meet me like a cold breath from a grave. It was the year of the long frost, the one that froze the wells solid and cracked...

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