The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the slate roof of the carriage house, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to count down the seconds until my death. I sat in the dark, holding a silver spoon that had not belonged to me in forty years. My sister, Elara, was waiting for me upstairs. Or rather, she was waiting for the thing that wore her face. "You’re...

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