The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The coffee in my mug had turned to a thick, black sludge, a viscous sludge that smelled of burnt iron and old regrets, and I stared at it as Mr. Vance leaned over the breakroom table, his face a mask of bureaucratic fury that seemed to crack the very air between us. He did not shout; he never shouted, which made his voice, low and sharp as a scalpel, all the more terrifying, because it cut...

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