The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air tasted of copper and wet stone. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not taste it. He only smelled it. A thick, metallic rot that clung to the back of his throat. He pressed his back against the cold brick of the cellar wall. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. In. Out. In. Out. The rhythm was a cage. A bird trapped in his own ribcage. Above him, the floorboards groaned. "Stay down, Elias."...

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