The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Elias. The voice came from the top of the stairs, rough with the dust of the upper floors. It was not a shout, but it carried the weight of a command. I did not look up. My hands were buried in the damp earth, fingers black with the soil that clung to the golden stem. "Coming, Master," I said. I wiped my hands on my tunic, leaving dark streaks on the wool. The cellar was cold. It was always...

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