The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised, swollen belly of the sky, a heavy, weeping sigh that pressed against the warped glass of the window until the pane groaned in its frame. Inside the cell, which was less a room than a hollowed-out vein of the earth, the air tasted of damp stone, stale tallow, and the metallic tang of old fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat upon the straw,...

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