The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar was not dark. It was bright with a cold, pale light that seemed to rise from the stones themselves. In the dream, Elias stood before a row of oak barrels. They did not contain wine. They held grain. Golden wheat, still in the head, packed tight and dry. It smelled of summer and old dust. He reached out. His fingers brushed the stalks. They were hard. Unyielding. The grain did not...

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