The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The glass was thin. Margaret held it up to the light. The veins ran white and brittle through the pane. A spider’s leg. A crack in the ice. She turned it over in her hands. The cold bit into her skin. The house breathed. It settled. It groaned. The old house in the Holloway family had always done that. A long, shuddering exhalation. Margaret liked it. It made her feel small. It made her feel...

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