The Golden Cellar
The water in the cellar is black, and it is rising. You are Elias, a cellarer of thirty-two years, and your lungs burn with the effort of hauling buckets up the stone steps. The estate of Blackwood Hall has been yours for two years, a quiet life of dust and silence that you believed was a reward for your diligence. Now the winter solstice approaches, and the ground is frozen solid, trapping the...
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