The Golden Harbor
You wake to the sound of the rain drumming against the glass, a rhythmic, insistent pounding that feels less like weather and more like a heartbeat trying to force its way back into a chest that has forgotten how to beat. The house is old, the kind of Victorian structure in the Pacific Northwest that seems to lean against the hills as if seeking support, its eaves dripping into the ferns below....
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