The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The door was locked. You knew this because you had locked it. Your hand trembled against the brass. Cold. Metallic. The key turned with a sound like a bone snapping. You stepped inside. The air was stale. Recycled. The room was small. A window. Barred. The light was gray. Dull. It cut through the dust. Dust motes. Dancing. Dead things moving in a current that no longer existed. You were a...

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