The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the High Court, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that mirrored the beating of my own heart. I stood in the shadows of the gallery, watching the proceedings below. The air smelled of wet wool and old dust, of the damp earth rising through the cracks in the stone floor. It was a smell that belonged to death, to the...

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