The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost on the windowpane was not a pattern, but a cage. You knew this because you had traced it with a fingernail, feeling the brittle give of the ice, knowing that if you pressed too hard, the whole pane would shatter and let the winter in. The cellar door was locked. It had always been locked, a heavy oak slab banded with iron, sitting in the corner of your father’s study like a sleeping...

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