The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The water had risen to your knees, a cold, black weight that pressed against the wool of your tunic with the insistence of a living thing. You counted the hours in your head, a grim arithmetic of survival: three since the fever broke in Thomas, two since the leeches failed, one since Father Anselm had barred the door and screamed at you to turn back. You were Elias, Royal Guard, thirty years...

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