The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The chisel in my hand was no longer a tool of creation but a weight, a dense and cold leaden thing that I had failed to lift, failed to strike, failed to understand, and as I stood there in the damp gloom of the undercroft, the silence pressed against my eardrums with a physical force that was almost painful, a silence that was not empty but thick with the accumulated dust of centuries, the...

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