The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mirror in the hall was cracked. A spiderweb of fractures spidered out from the center, distorting the face that looked back at you. You were twelve. Your name was Thomas, but you had stopped saying it out loud a week ago. It felt too heavy, like a coat you had outgrown but were forced to wear in the snow. The town of Oakhaven slept under a grey, indifferent sky. The air smelled of wet...

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