The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You are standing in the cellar. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone and old bread. You are hungry. Not for food. For something else. Something you cannot name. The stone walls press in. They are cold. They are wet. You touch them. Your fingers leave dark marks. You are Margaret. You are the baker’s daughter. Or you were. Now you are just the woman in the cellar. The door above slams shut....

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