The Golden Cellar
Chapter One The light in the cellar was the color of old tea, thick and stagnant. I stood before the golden root, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of what I had become. My father lay upstairs, his breath shallow, the dowry money we had saved for his recovery already spent on doctors who only shook their heads. The village elders, led by the bronze-caster Wang Wei, had...
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