The Golden Cellar
The air in the sub-basement tastes of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to wash away. You are Elara, thirty-two, a junior archivist in the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, and you have come down here alone to touch the walls. The Golden Cellar is not on any official map, a hidden room beneath the main restoration labs where the humidity is kept at...
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