The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The cellar smelled of damp earth and old iron. I stood in the dark, my flashlight beam cutting a weak swath through the dust. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of what I had found. My father was gone. The house was empty. The windows were boarded. But the cellar was not. It was full of boxes. Hundreds of them. Stacked to the ceiling. I had been a detective for thirty years. I had...

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