The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that has absorbed the dampness of a thousand winters in the basement office, and you have worn it so long that the fabric has begun to feel less like cloth and more like a second skin, a layer of your own flesh that you are not entirely sure you can peel away without causing a wound. You sit at the desk, the wood worn smooth...

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