The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air in the cellar tasted of copper and old rain. Margaret knelt on the wet stone, her knees pressing against the cold dampness, her breath hitching in a ragged rhythm. Before her, the roots of the ancient yew tree did not merely dig into the earth; they pulsed. A slow, rhythmic throb, like a heart buried deep in the dark. "You’re not supposed to be here," a voice said. It was soft, almost a...

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