The Golden Harbor
You are standing in the dark, the damp concrete of the sub-basement pressing its cold weight against your lower back, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the ozone scent of the surveillance equipment that hums in the corners, a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrates in your teeth and settles in the marrow of your bones, a sound that has become the rhythm of your life, the...
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