The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The door slammed. The lock clicked. I was gone. The estate sat on the ridge. Cold stone. Gray sky. No wind. Just the hum of the generator. I stood in the courtyard. My boots were muddy. The mud was black. It stuck to the leather. I looked at the house. It was a fortress. High walls. Barbed wire. It did not belong to the landscape. It was a tumor on the hill. I had guarded it for thirty years. I...

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