The Golden Cellar
The cellar was not dark. It was gold. A thick, suspended light, like honey held up to a dying sun, filled the stone room. You stood in the center of it. Your feet sank into the dust, not with weight, but with a strange, magnetic pull. You were not alone, though you felt no presence. Only the hum. A low, vibrating thrum that you felt in your teeth, in the hollows of your eyes. It was the sound...
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