The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the infirmary tasted of copper and stale lavender, a scent that had seeped into the very marrow of your bones over the last three decades. You sat on the edge of the iron cot, your hands folded in your lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the high, barred window. It was a closed space, this room, a box of white plaster and shadow where the world...

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