The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The glass was always cold, a chill that seeped into the marrow, but the light inside the Conservatory was a trapped sun, a yellow, viscous thing that did not move, did not fade, did not breathe. You stood before the central dome, your fingers tracing the hairline fractures that spiderwebbed across the crystalline panes, and you felt the weight of your own reflection staring back from the...

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