The Golden Harbor
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edge of the harbor and the world beyond it. You stand at the railing of the watchtower, your uniform wet through, the fabric clinging to your shoulders like a second skin. Below, the water is black and churning, swallowing the lights of the fishing boats one by one. You are the new head of the Coast Guard station, a...
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