The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink in my vial is thickening, a viscous brown that smells of rot and iron, yet I must record this before the light in the cellar fades entirely. It is the fourteenth day of October, 1342, and the cough that has plagued me since the harvest has deepened into a wet, rattling sound that echoes in the small, stone-walled chamber where I have taken refuge. I am Elias, apothecary to the town of...

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