The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The table groaned under the weight of the feast. Candles. Gold. The smell of roasting lamb and old wine. It was a banquet for ghosts. Or perhaps for monsters. The room was warm. Too warm. The air hung thick, like syrup. He sat at the head. Not because he was king. Because he was alone. His name was Elias. He wore a suit of black wool. The fabric clung to his shoulders. He was not a man. Not...

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