The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You are late, Fernando. The ink is already moving. Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‍‌‍‌⁠‍‍⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‍‍‌⁠ The lease had expired three days ago, and the rent had doubled, but the cellar was the only place in the town where the air did not taste of salt and diesel. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, my hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the...

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