The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The candle gutters, throwing long, jagged shadows against the damp stone walls of the cellar. My hand shakes as I dip the quill, the ink pooling on the parchment like a dark, spreading bruise. I am writing to you, Thomas, because I have no one else to write to, and because I know that by the time this letter reaches your hand, the war will have taken everything we have left. It is November,...

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