The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The clay pot was warm, not with the residual heat of the kiln, but with a living, rhythmic pulse that ticked against Elias’s palms like a second, slower heart. He held it up to the candlelight, watching the amber liquid inside swirl in slow, viscous circles, before he set it gently on the rough-hewn table of the guest wing. The room smelled of damp wool and old wood, a scent that had settled...

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