The Golden Downtown
The cellar door, heavy with the weight of damp earth and forgotten years, did not creak so much as it sighed, a low, mournful exhalation that seemed to draw the very air from the room, leaving Margaret Holloway with a sudden, hollowing pressure in her chest that was less a feeling and more a physical absence, as though some vital organ had been quietly excised while she stood there, gripping...
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