The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You leave the palace. The doors are heavy. Iron. They groan. Rain falls. Cold. Thin needles. You hold the box. Velvet. Black. Inside, the necklace. Gold. Heavy. It was yours. Then it was his. Now it is no one’s. You walk. The stones are slick. "Margaret." The voice is behind you. Edward. He does not run. He walks. He catches up. His coat is wet. His hair is grey. He looks old. "Stop," he says....

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