The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You walk. The stones are wet. The air is cold. It smells of rot. You are the Keeper. You wear the black. The leather is tight. It binds your chest. You breathe shallow. You breathe slow. The gate is iron. It is old. The hinges scream. You push. They do not move. You push again. Your arms shake. The metal is heavy. It is forever. You enter. The yard is gray. The grass is dead. The sky is a sheet...

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