The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The letter lay on the table, the ink still damp. It was a bill for coal, and the amount was a small cruelty, a number that did not fit the reality of the empty stove. You signed it. Your hand did not shake, though your fingers were numb from the cold that had seeped through the thin walls of the border station. You folded the paper. You put it in your pocket, next to the brass key. The key was...

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