The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring at the hour of the funeral; they screamed. You heard them before you saw the fire, a jagged tearing in the sky above the cobblestones of the Lower Ward. The smoke was not grey but a thick, bruised purple, curling down into the gutters like oil on water. You stood in the doorway of your cramped attic room, your fingers digging into the rough wood of the...

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