The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The tremor in Elias Thorne’s hands had become a constant companion, a rhythmic shudder that made the flour dust dance like snow on his apron. He stood in the dim, damp cellar of the Oakhaven Commune, his eyes fixed on the rising dough that glowed with a faint, sickly amber light. Above him, the weight of the earth pressed down, a silent reminder of the debt that bound his family to this place,...

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