The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The dream was always the same. A cellar made of gold leaf, not stone. The air tasted of copper and old rain. In the center, a single sunflower stood, its head heavy, its petals torn and rotting, yet somehow still blooming. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash in his mouth and his joints aching with a dull, persistent fire. He was forty-two. His knees popped when he sat up. He needed the...

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