The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. Mara woke with the taste of salt on her lips. It was not sea water. It was the brine of old tears, dried and rehydrated by the humidity of the cellar. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and rot. She looked down at her hands. They were stained. A deep, rusted orange clung to her cuticles. It was the color of dried blood. Or maybe it was just the dye...

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