The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fire started in the boiler room. That is what they said. The smoke smelled of wet ash and old paper. You were there. You held the key. It was a small key. Brass. Cold in your palm. It fit the lock of the cellar door at the end of the long hallway. The hallway was dim. The lights flickered. They were old fluorescent tubes. They buzzed like angry wasps. You stood in the doorway. The heat...

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