The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the edges of the world and swallowed the sound of your boots on the wet gravel. You walked. You had to walk, because to stop was to admit that the road was not just a path but a prison, and you were the warden who had forgotten how to lock the gate. Your left leg throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, a...

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