The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the cellar tasted of wet stone and old iron, a metallic tang that coated your tongue and lingered long after you had stopped tasting it. You sat on the cold flagstones, your back pressed against the rough-hewn wall, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. The darkness was not absolute, for a single, narrow slit in the wall allowed a sliver of pale, moonless light to cut through the...

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