The Golden Cellar
The wall is thin. You can hear the pipes. They sing a low, metallic hymn. You are in the basement. The air is cold. It bites your nose. You count the seconds. One. Two. Three. The door is steel. It is heavy. You push it. It does not move. You pull. It does not move. You are locked in. "Hey," a voice says. It is wet. It is close. "Can you hear me?" You freeze. Your heart hammers. *Thump. Thump.*...
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