The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in. Thick. Wet. It smelled of rot and salt. Thomas stood on the deck. His hands shook. He held the rope. The rope bit into his palms. It was a familiar pain. A good pain. It kept him here. "Is it coming?" he asked. No answer. Just the creak of the hull. The groan of timber. The ship, *The Sorrow*, was old. Older than him. Older than his brother. The planks were dark. They looked...

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