The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The letter sat on the kitchen table. It was a slip of cream card. The ink was gold. It shimmered. It was not paper. It was a skin. Eleanor stared at it. Her hands trembled. She did not touch it. She could not. The air in the room was thick. It tasted of ozone. And old blood. Her name was on it. Just her name. No title. No rank. Just Eleanor. She had come here to hide. That was the lie. She had...

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