The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar door is heavy. You have to lift it with both hands, the wood groaning under the weight of years and rot. It smells of damp earth and old iron. You are alone here. You have been alone here for three days. The air is cold, biting at your lips, but you do not shiver. You are not cold. You are hollow. You sit on the stone floor. Your knees are pulled up to your chest. In your lap, you...

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