The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hall smells of roast pork and old wool. You are standing in the center of it, your boots heavy on the polished oak. The air is thick. It hums. Around you, the tables groan under the weight of silver platters and crystal decanters. Your sister, Elara, is laughing. She is holding a glass of wine that looks like dark blood. She looks at you. She smiles. It is a cold smile. It does not reach...

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