The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream always begins with the smell of sulfur and old honey, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a bitter pill you cannot spit out, and in the darkness of your narrow cot in the workshop above the anvil, you see it again: the cellar, not of stone or dirt, but of solid, unyielding gold, its walls gleaming with a light that has no source, a place where the heat of the forge is...

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