The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost cracked the apple tree. It happened at dawn. No sound. Just a white split down the trunk. Mara saw it from the kitchen window. She held her coffee. The steam curled. It looked like a vein. She was fifty. Her face was a map of lines. Each one a year. Each one a debt. The tree was old. Older than the house. Older than her father. It had given them gold for decades. Crisp red fruit....

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