The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a million gray threads, connecting the earth to the sky. I stood at the edge of the moor, my boots sinking into the wet grass. The mist swallowed the world beyond the first tree line. I could not see the road. I could not see the village. I could only see the gray. "You are late," said the voice behind me. I did not turn. I knew the...

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