The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The smell of wet rot and stale tobacco hit me before I even unlatched the gate, a thick, cloying fog that seemed to have its own weight, pressing against my face as I dragged the rusted iron door open with a shriek that echoed off the peeling clapboard of the house. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the sheer, grinding exhaustion of a man who has been running on fumes for six...

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