The Golden Cellar

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2026-08-20 18:33:08 -

The Golden Cellar

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it drifted, a cold, grey mist that settled into the bones of the stone houses and the rotting timber of the docks. You are standing on the edge of the pier, watching the last of your father’s belongings drift away on the tide. The boxes are gone, sold to the highest bidder, the contents scattered like chaff in the wind. All that remains is the cellar...

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