The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The vial was cold against my palm, its glass thick and clouded with age, holding a liquid that swirled with the heavy, viscous opacity of raw honey, and I turned it over and over, watching the light catch the amber depths, before I set it on the steel table of the infirmary and felt the chill of the metal seep into the skin of my fingers. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior...

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