The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias stood at the top of the stairs. His hands shook. Not from cold. The air was thick, humid, heavy with the scent of rotting earth. Below him, in the gloom, sat a jar. It was glass. Thick, amber, catching the single beam of moonlight that pierced the window. Inside, something moved. He had been told it was medicine. His wife, Clara, lay...

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