The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink dries. It never dries. You know this. You hold the quill. The nib bites into the parchment. The letter is for him. You write. You cross out. You write again. The candle flickers. The shadow dances on the stone wall. It looks like a hand. It looks like a claw. You do not look up. You must finish. The door opens. He stands there. He is tall. He wears black. The fabric swallows the light....

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