The Golden Cellar
The humming started in my teeth before it ever reached my ears, a low, rhythmic vibration that felt less like sound and more like a physical pressure against the bone, a persistent thrumming that seemed to grow louder whenever my heart rate spiked in the quiet hours of the night. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior archivist at the Blackwood Estate, and I want to secure my permanent...
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