The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Cold. It smelled of rot and wet iron. I stood in the cellar. The air was still. My lungs burned. Each breath was a fight. The flashlight died. Darkness took me. Total black. I could hear my own heart. It hammered against my ribs. A trapped bird. I waited for eyes in the dark. I waited for teeth. Instead, I heard a cough. A wet, rattling sound. "Who's...

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