The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, bruised purple that seemed to pulse in the candlelight. I held it up to the window of the carriage, watching the rain streak the glass, blurring the gray expanse of the city into a smear of charcoal and ash. The document was simple, a list of names. My name was at the top, underlined twice. Beneath it, my father’s name, struck through with a...

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