The Golden Cellar
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A high, digital shriek that tore through the silence of the basement. I woke with my mouth full of dust. The air tasted of copper and ozone. My head throbbed. A sharp, rhythmic pain behind the left eye. I sat up. The room was not a cellar. It was a cathedral of glass and steam. Vast pipes ran along the ceiling like the veins of a giant, pulsing with a faint,...
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