The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. It smelled of decay preserved in salt and smoke. We sat in a long row along the wall, our backs pressed against the cold masonry. The air was thick. It pressed against my lungs like a heavy hand. My father sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. His face was a map of scars and silence. He did not eat. He watched us. His eyes were...

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