The Golden Cellar
We had been digging for three days straight, the earth turning over in thick, dark clods that smelled of rot and old rain, and I kept telling myself that if we just got through this one layer, this final stretch of soil before the foundation stones, we would be free, we would be done, we would finally have the cellar we had dreamed about since the first frost cracked the ground last November, a...
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