The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The road was a ribbon of red clay, tight and unyielding. I walked. My boots scuffed the dust. The air was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. I carried a satchel. It was heavy. Inside lay the map. And the name. I had crossed the border at dawn. The guards had looked through me. They saw a man. A tired man. A man with dirt under his fingernails. They did not see the exile. They did not see...

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