The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The scale read four hundred and twelve grams. I watched the needle tremble, holding its breath against the brass, waiting to settle on a number that might mean something. It was flour, just flour, but in the cellar it looked like gold dust, and it smelled of wet earth and old teeth. I scooped a handful, letting it sift through my fingers, heavy and cold. This was the evidence, or so I told...

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