The Golden Cellar
The cellar was dark. You stood in the center of it. The air smelled of damp earth and old wood. A single lantern hung from a rusted hook. It swung gently. You held your breath. Behind you, the party raged. You could hear the laughter. You could hear the clink of glass. Your brother, Julian, was laughing loudest. He was the heart of the house. He was the heart of you. You looked down at your...
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