The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like a wound that refused to close, and I held the quill suspended above the page, my hand trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the cellar, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had fallen between us. My commander, a man whose title bore the weight of three centuries of lineage, sat across from me...

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