The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Margaret. The name was not spoken by a voice, but by the cold itself, a draft that slithered up from the floorboards and settled on the nape of my neck like a damp hand. I was thirty-two years old, and the ink in my well was black, but the parchment beneath my hand was stained with the red of a wound that had not yet scabbed over. I was a cartographer for the Resistance, a job that required a...

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