The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

I woke with the taste of salt and old copper on my tongue, the air in the cabin so thick with humidity that it felt like breathing through wet wool. The fog was not merely outside the porthole; it was inside the walls, a living, gray membrane that pressed against the glass with a persistent, almost tactile hunger. I am a structural engineer, a man who has spent thirty years calculating...

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