The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The storm broke your ribs. You do not remember the crash. Only the cold. And the weight. You are lying in the mud of a coast that does not exist on any map. The sky is the color of a bruised plum. Heavy. Sullen. Rain hammers the earth. It smells of rot and salt. You try to move. Your body refuses. It is a stone. A heavy, broken stone. You are Elias. Or you were. The name feels loose. Slipping...

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