The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The cellar smelled of wet earth and old iron. Elias stood in the center of the room, his breath visible in the cold air, holding the golden chalice. It was cracked down the side, a jagged line running from rim to base. He turned it over in his hands, the metal warm against his skin. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters of the house. The bank was coming at dawn. He had to sell it. He...

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