The Golden Cellar
You wake not to the sound of the alarm, which has long since rusted into silence, but to the sensation of weight pressing against your sternum, a physical anchor that pulls you back down into the dark earth where you have lived for so many years that the very idea of sky feels like a cruel, distant rumor. The cellar is not merely a room beneath the house; it is a lung, a vast, breathing cavity...
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