The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bus stopped. The engine died. A silence like held breath filled the cabin. I stepped out. The air was cold. It bit my cheeks. I looked at the door. It was locked. I had no key. I had no map. I only had the name. Elias. I walked toward the building. It sat on the hill. Stone. Gray. Old. The windows were dark. One window was lit. Yellow. Warm. A trap. I knew it. I walked closer. The gravel...

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