The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream is not gold. It is dust. Fine, yellow grit that coats your teeth and gums, tasting of copper and old blood. You wake at forty-two, gasping, the sheets twisted tight around your hips like a shroud. The room is dark, save for the moonlight slicing through the blind, illuminating the object on the pillow. The locket. Your wife’s locket. It lies open, the clasp snapped clean off, the gold...

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