The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ink was still wet on the signature line when I felt the heat spike in my left forearm, a sudden, sharp burn that seeped through the wool of my sleeve and into the bone, forcing my hand to jerk away from the quill so that a dark, golden smear bloomed across the crisp white paper of the license renewal form. I sat back in the creaking chair, the damp cellar air pressing against my skin, and...

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