The Golden Cellar

added blog Literature

2026-08-25 17:30:54 -

The Golden Cellar

I was scrubbing the rust off my badge with a brass wire when the dream took me. It was a cellar, deep and dark, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron. On the door hung a seal of gold, perfect and unblemished, a mark of purity that my tarnished metal could never match. I woke with the wire in my hand and a bruise forming on my palm, the taste of copper sharp in my mouth. I am...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews