The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the leaded glass of the conservatory with a persistent, rhythmic insistence that sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. I stood by the window, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, watching the grey wash of the moor blur into the sky. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced...

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