The Golden Cellar
I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The cellar was dark. It was always dark. I stood in the center of the room, my shoes sinking into the damp earth, and I waited for the light to fail. Dr. Elias Thorne stood by the door. He did not look at me. He looked at the wall. He held a lantern, but he had not lit it. The shadow of the lantern fell across his face, splitting his expression into...
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