The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The gold is heavy. It sits in my hand. A coin. Old. Cold. I look at it. The face is worn. The edges are smooth. I do not know why I have it. I bought it from Thomas. He smiled. A bad smile. He is gone now. I am in the cellar. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone. And old wine. I am the Keeper. The lowest. The most trusted. The least seen. I serve the Lord. I serve the Lady. I serve the...

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