The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The lichen on the windowpane had grown in fractals of pale green and ghostly yellow, a slow, calcified map of the damp air that permeated the old library, and I sat beneath it, my fingers tracing the rough spine of a book that had not been opened in forty years. The air in this room, the private study of the late Chancellor, was thick with the scent of decaying paper and the faint, metallic...

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