The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The candle flame in the tower room did not flicker, though the wind outside howled against the leaded glass like a pack of starved wolves, and I sat at the desk with my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the wax pool spread across the silver dish until it looked like a small, bright sea that had forgotten how to move. My father, Thomas Bradshaw, sat in the high-backed chair opposite me,...

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