The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, wet curtain that pressed against the windows of the old lighthouse, turning the world outside into a blurred, drowning smear. I stood by the glass, my hand resting on the cold iron railing. The metal bit into my palm, a sharp, familiar pain. It was the only thing that felt real. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of salt, rust, and the old, dry...

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