The Golden Harbor
The door of the municipal archives did not open with a welcome but with a groan, a long, skeletal shriek that echoed through the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor where the air tasted of dust and old paper. I stood there, my badge hanging limp against my chest, feeling the weight of the silence that had been pressing against my eardrums for three days, a silence that was not empty but full of...
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