The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The train left at dawn. Maren stood on the platform. She watched the tracks. The gravel was gray. The air was cold. It bit her nose. She held the box. It was heavy. Wooden. Worn. The paint was peeling. Gold flakes fell. Like skin. Like old money. Like regret. "Are you sure?" Thomas said it. His voice was soft. He stood behind her. A shadow. A witness. He did not touch her. He never touched...

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