The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ledger sat on the stone table, its pages thick with the weight of three hundred years of rot and record. I counted the hours. Seven since the sun went down. Seven since the coughing started in the room above. My mother, Margaret, lay in the sickbed, her breath a rattle in a chest that had once held the strength of a blacksmith’s hammer. Now she was hollowed out, a vessel for nothing but air...

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