The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink in my notebook is smudged where my fingers trembled, a dark stain that looks like a bruise on the page, and I must record this before the memory fades into the fog that clings to the roots of the Alder manor. I am twelve years old, and my hands are stained with the dirt of the cellar, but it is not the dirt of the earth that troubles me; it is the silence that follows my discovery, a...

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