The Golden Cellar
The notice read: Seal the cellar. No entry until the Abbot’s inspection. Shumin Sun did not read it. He was already down the stairs, his fingers brushing the damp stone. He wanted the promotion. He needed the archive room. The Abbot, a man whose silence cost more than Shumin’s yearly wage, had called him too young for the sacred texts. Shumin did not care. He opened the door. The air inside was...
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